She Gets Me | #DarkRomance | RomePi™

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TOO LITTLE... TOO LATE

After all this time living right across the hall from him, I never actually considered walking up to my neighbor's door.

It hadn't crossed my mind to enter his space due to the indescribable void preventing the two of us from hashing out our differences long enough to make peace with one another.

The tension between us was so thick, it was much like an impenetrable fortress surrounded by a ten feet thick concrete wall. Our shared animosity was just like a puss-dripping, stinky, festering wound. The gulf was insurmountable due to two equally pigheaded individuals determined to live as enemies.

We took pleasure in all the brittle glares as well as the petty exchanges passed between us.

His attempts to make me late for work by closing the elevator door right in my face ensured that I not only resented him but that I also wished him bodily harm. I distinctly recalled how hot waves of joy washed over me as I imagined him tripping and breaking his entitled neck. And worst of all were the numerous times I was forced to chastise my disgustingly perverted mind for noticing his perfect dimensions. His massive chest often tempted me to consider what he could do to a thick girl like me with those well-defined arms. They were far too prominent to be hidden under his suit jackets. And, oh me oh my, the V-shape; I found myself reliving the first time

I'd seen it with my two eyes. There are some things the eyes and mind simply can't unsee. I hated myself for knowing all too well what awaited anyone who was lucky enough to witness the sight of him if he were to remove his clothes.

On so many occasions, I promised myself I would never touch that man. There was no room for him to be accepted into my world because I was sure he was nothing more than an amoral player.

Yet, here I am. A fool, standing before the impersonal monstrosity of a barrier he has erected between himself and the world. But under the circumstances, no matter how unpleasant it is for me to stand outside his apartment, I've finally concluded that this unannounced visit is unavoidable.

Without a single hope of some miracle springing forth from the walls to rescue me from the impending head-on collision, I'm fully aware of what my arrival will uncover based on the scene I witnessed earlier.

I allowed my hand to rest on the massive door as a whisper screams at me from somewhere deep in my brain to retreat from this ill-advised pursuit before I get hurt. Instead of listening, I sucked up my cowardice and press forward toward the answers I seek before I disappear from his presence, forever.

For once in my life, it wouldn't suffice for me to run away like a scared spoiled brat who is accustomed to always getting her way. It's time that I learn the truth like an adult, so I can focus on my own life and be one hundred and ten percent fine away from him.

Hell no. You're not okay. You haven't been okay since you let down your guard allowing his high-yellow ass anywhere near you.

It doesn't help one little bit that my brain keeps accusing me of being a sucker.

From the first moment when my eyes locked with his Peridot feline orbs, warning bells blared as I recalled other girls who lost their wits in the face of a handsome devil. Those warnings pleaded with me to stay far away from him, but did I listen to those beacons as they steered me out of danger's path?

Of course not.

Because I didn't listen to my first mind, here I stand with eyeliner streaking down my face like one of the main cast members in some GRUDGE-type horror flick.

I dared to believe that I would become the exception to the unspoken rule. Isn't it inappropriate that a naive little country fool would go into a situation with a city slicker unprepared? Hadn't I been warned of this very thing? Didn't I already know I wasn't strong enough to play with fire and not get third-degree burns?