"The most dangerous person is the one who listens, thinks, and observes."
The sight sickened him.
His brown eyes watched from his usual hiding spot, and he felt like breaking down one of the trees that helped hide him from the moonlight.
Watching her being enveloped in his arms, the feeling of something dark resided inside of him.
How could she fall back for that man and not him? He was more than understanding to her, even helped her when she was a mess, and cared for her when she was battered all to hell.
Then, he figured, she must not know better. She is, after all, still underneath the manipulative power of her boyfriend. He shouldn't expect that to go away completely.
He nodded as he agreed with the many thoughts that were racing within his head.
He was going to make sure she didn't fall back into the trap of what was known as Jordan. He was going to have her fall in love with him, and she was going to be his.
No matter what he had to do.
To say that I was confused was an understatement. No, not confused - stressed.
How did my life suddenly become a soap opera?
I was in love with him, I knew I was, but that was not enough anymore. The reason why I had stayed for so long was because in my head, I thought being in love with somebody meant that you would never give up on them, no matter how difficult things might have gotten.
I was just about to get over the fact that I wasted my lifetime on nothing up until he told me he still hadn't given up and was putting in work to make it better, officially.
It was not something I could trust so easily, but what else could I do?
I wanted to drop him out of my life, to move on and never look back, but why did I still feel so guilty?
My life would be so much better, so why was I still holding on to him as if he was the air I desperately needed to breathe?
I put my things down quietly as I stepped into the house and found my housemate watching television on the couch.
His head turned to me when he heard my bag clatter against the closet door and his eyes crinkled in happiness, but something seemed off.
"Hi," he said softly.
I froze at the sound of his voice, not because it scared me, but because it did something to me physiologically.
I sent him a small smirk his way, and stood up straight after closing the closet door.
I made my way to the couch, sitting down at the other end. A small pout played on his face, but it was quickly erased by the time he looked at me again.
"Why weren't you at school today? I didn't see you at the library," I asked, turning my whole body to look at him, my back now resting against the armrest.
He patted his leg, telling me to rest my legs on to his thighs. I did as he instructed.
"Oh, yeah," he laughed softly. "Class was cancelled."
I nodded, turning my attention to the television. I didn't watch what was on, nor did I take the time to check. I was too busy lost in my thoughts, deciding if I should tell the others or not about the conversation.
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