I have always dreamt of having the perfect life with him. Waking up together, preparing breakfast, washing together, working together, eating together. Everyone thinks I’m insane for believing so. For wanting such delicacy. They believe it’s wrong. I believe it’s my life’s goal.
They can go to hell for all I care.
But the resistance that might occur will be prevented. Any mistakes. Will be taken away from the equation. I’ll deal with anything that’s going to hold him back from me. Legally. Illegally. None of it bothers me. Nothing holds value as much as him.
He’s my everything.
I have calculated every single outcome of the persuader. Analysed every little detail thoroughly. Thoroughly. I stayed up nights and days planning this!
But why didn’t it work?
Have I maybe missed something? He changed his schedule, I noticed. He woke up at night and drank his milk. He was supposed to drink it in the morning beside his toast. He likes them crunchy on the outside but soft on the inside. He enjoys a little burnt edge. Didn’t get the hype to it, but… his morning face is oddly adorable.
He also clocked out early from work today. Left at 4 p.m., unlike the usual 6 p.m. It’s a big gap to alter my mission.
He even went to a park right after work. He occasionally sleeps in; today is definitely different.
He slept over at his family’s place.
Something’s wrong.
Terrifyingly wrong.
Buzz.
I looked at my phone. Wait. Did I see that right? Wait, maybe I blinked and processed it incorrectly.
I placed the computer on the coffee table and grabbed the phone. Adjusted the glasses. I need to be sure of what I just read.
No.
He knows.
{Author: HELOO! This is my third post story and I’m only posting in the goal of improving my writing skills. I chronically enjoy a reverse power dynamic so I might have a p2 for this one!! Comment and like cuz I need to know how u feel about this!! Like rnnn!}
