Warning: suicide
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(Emile's POV)
I look up to see Remy walking into my room. "Emile? What's wrong?" He asked, stepping towards me.
"My mother committed suicide!" I shout, hugging Remy tightly. (HA! Y'ALL THOUGHT REMY WAS GOING TO KERMIT, DIDN'T YOU!?)
"Im so sorry, Em." Remy apologised "No need to be, it's not your fault." I mumbled, looking at Remy with a sheepish smile. "Can I.. get you anything..?"
"Can I have a kiss? Some coffee? Your belief that I love you? A distraction?" I ask in a mumble.
Remy blushed a deep red but nodded, going to the kitchen. He grabs my hand and pulls me to follow him. I smile slightly and kiss his cheek.
"Aren't you a charmer.." He mumbled, grabbing a mug. I giggled and pinned him down to the table.
"Im quite the charmer, Rem. Wouldn't you agree~?" I ask in a sweet voice.
Remy shivered and pulled me closer. "If you really think you can dominant me, you must be in a whole nother world." He growled, making me blush and pull away.
"I'll get you back later!" I shot back, sitting at the table as he rolled his eyes.
He handed me a cup of coffee and sat beside me. I stare at him with an expectant look.
"What?"
"My kiss."
Remy sighed and grabbed my tie, pulling me into a soft kiss. Pulling away a few moments later and sitting down.
