I'm sure we've all heard this popular love quote that says;
If you ever have to choose between two people, always choose the second person because if you truly loved the first person, you wouldn't have fallen in love with the second. Well, not all...
I'm in love with song above. Don't recall where I heard it, but I think it was from Vampire diaries.
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Mia's POV.
I was infuriated.
One with myself.
Two with Alaric and,
three, with my stupid willpower.
If I knew of any possible way to survive without lips and tongue, I'd slice my own off and live without it. The entire state I was in took my mind to when I was in high school, a boy I didn't like kissed me during a silly game of truth and dare, what I did when I came home?
I scraped my tongue and my mouth with an entire toothpaste bar. I still remember the bristles of my brush falling off and a moue escaped from my throat at the memory. It was a miracle I didn't end up with bleeding gums.
That was exactly how I felt after Alaric kissed me. And though both situations didn't have the same foundation, technically they were still similar. They were both males I detested.
I should have just pulled back.
I should have pulled back.
God knew I had no form of attraction whatsoever for that dimwit. Ever since that day, the words Jane averred to me had been engaging in a whirlwind in my head.
What if I was falling for Alaric without even realising it?
Over my dead body.
I'd rather be dead and have my cadaver fed to vultures.
I swore, the only feelings I had for him were the ones that sparkled between two enemies, with the clinging of dangerous weapons and ended with the satisfying sight of one of them dead in a pool of fresh blood.
I'd always said I hated him and yet I couldn't even slap him as I should when he kissed me. I was a little bemused with myself. A lot of thoughts fought in my head, all of which yearned for dominance. A suffocating part of my thoughts coaxed to believe that I was in a state of vulnerability because the bastard had threatened me, so basically there was nothing I could do.
Honestly, I got scared when Alaric said that. If there was one thing I knew about Alaric it was that he never bluffed. The ease at which he pronounced that meant he could possibly do it.
My mind drifted to Alan as I thought of how'd he feel if he found out about this.
Don't beat yourself up, it's not like you slept with Alaric. That would have been a recipe for disaster.
I quivered at the chirping in my ears. The guilt was clutching on every vital organ in my body. All I knew was that I shouldn't have let out our lips collided. The fact that I did and even kissed him back was proof I was calpable. I shook my head vehemently to ward off the memories of what happened in his apartment almost 72 hours ago.
