"I think...i think Liam flirted with me yesterday" i sat up on Rhiannon's bed, scratching my head in confusion.

After reading another day of disappointing emails, and even mailing my resumé to places with no response, I found myself aimlessly laying on Rhiannon's bed, having needed company for what already seems like a shitty day. So much for my fucking degree huh?

Usually its us three that's either gathered around Rhiannon's or Erika's bed but today, the multi business owner actually had some work to get to, along with her soon to be husband, leaving me and Rhiannon to complain and gossip with just each other. Feels just a little empty without our English girl, but we'll just have to make do and fill her in later.

"Well of course he did" she replied monotonously, unpacking another Versace bag and pulling out a custom made dress. "What? What do you mean?" I scrunched my eyes, watching the aster heiress fill her closet with more clothes and shoes, and absolutely no space left for her boyfriend's clothes.

"Babes, we all knew he still has a thing for you"

I suddenly remembered the girls drunk screaming at me about Liam that night when we had our chaotic sleepover.

Oohhhh

Ooo i don't know what to make of this,was it a good idea to bury that moment where he confessed to me? It felt beyond awkward to bring it up myself with him and he didn't either, so I assumed it was old news.

I always saw Liam as a best friend, and sure, who are we kidding, he's attractive ill give him that, but flirting? Us? Together? No. No i- no... i feel like a robot that just got splashed with water, my brain is literally shutting down inside. I am struggling to form sentences.

"W-oh my god what do i do?"

I just couldn't have one problem to deal with don't i? I just had to have this too? "I mean what can you do? You can flirt back or ignore" she chuckled, holding a pair of Louboutins. "I- i just thought since he went back, that it's -"

"That he doesn't feel that way about you anymore? Mmmm he still does. Living all that time in England clearly did fuckall" she joked, using a hanger to pick up one of Edward's boxers to throw it out the window, with a very visible disgusted look on her face.

"Anyways forget that, what about Adam?" She inquired, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, her attention now fully on me.

I could feel my heart sink at the mention of his name, it feels as if the whole world has gone barren, just a wasteland. And I'm aimlessly walking around with no where to go.

"I really think its over, but I just don't want it to be you know?" Unbeknownst to me, tears started rolling down my cheeks. Having no control over my emotions when it came to him.

A sympathetic look washed over her face, her soft fingers reaching out to wipe away my tears. "Why don't you two try, just once. You two clearly don't want to end it. Give it another chance?

I sighed deeply, would it work? Would giving it another chance work? The only difference is that i wont be caught blindsided over Adam's consistent disappearance within our relationship, but maybe there's a way to work around it. Am i selfish to want him to be around more often? How does he do it? How does he get to be away for so long?

Calming my aching heart by taking deep distracting breaths, i gave Rhiannon a defeated smile. Responding with a sheepish nod.

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Walking around the city always helps, my hollow being just going where my legs lead me. I could always head to Goodman's or even the greenhouse for a change, but i wanted space from anything to do with the King's. As everything about this reminds me of him.

Chewing on a donut, i walked past little boutique stores, slightly enjoying the time to myself.

Maybe Rhiannon was right, maybe i should give this another try. Ive been clearly distraught the past few days because I didn't want the relationship to end, so why not?

Walking around the city aimlessly on the pavement seemingly felt futile as i was met with billboards or just ads relating the King's one way or another branded across stores and buildings. They're just always going to follow me aren't they?

I found myself seated on a little park bench, watching myriad of cars busily drive by. Cozying myself with my jacket, I finished what's left of my donut. This seems a look good spot away from any King's related boards and such. Just me and the rest of the world.

"Antheia what the fuck is this?"

I could remember Adam's voice calling out for me.

It was the first time we both decided to cook together, and both of our stupid idea to make something we've never made before. Fucking lasagna.

He was holding up what seemed to be flour, but ended up being baking powder. "I don't think... I don't think you need that?" My brows were knitted, reading the directions profusely on his phone.

"Wait what next?" He asked, wearing an apron over his shirtless body, having dirtied the thing we just bought yesterday. 'Fuck the chef'.

Of course it was originally branded as 'kiss the chef' but he thought it was funnier to rename it, a cheeky grin on his face as he cackled, doodling on his new apron.

Not to mention spilling the aforementioned baking powder all over the kitchen enough to make it seem like it was snowing, having a needless mini powder fight but stopping immediately when we realized that WE are the ones that's gonna have to clean this shit up.

"Oh my god this is wrong"  I whined, anxiety overtaking my body as i stressfully watched Adam turn the knobs of the clearly underdone Lasagna we put together inside the oven.

It came out black, similar to the inside of the oven. Smoke emitting throughout the apartment kitchen. Both of us cough violently attempting to salvage our horrid creation. "Takeout?"

"Yeah" i pouted.

We both ended up having Tacos for the night, getting rid of our unspeakable lasagna we destroyed in the kitchen. How can two grown people get something that could've been so simple, so fucking wrong?

But we've had a few successions before, Adam once made a really nice steak, or bougie pasta. The really easy basic ones obviously. We also baked brownies.

"I could be a chef at this point" he chirped, folding his arms over his chest as he watched me take a bite out of his brownies. "Mmm not when you can't even make hot chocolate" i joked.

He added too much sugar that one time i think it actually constipated me for a day or two.

He scoffed, refusing to believe his chef legacy could be ruined.

There were days where we both stayed holed up in the apartment all day doing nothing, and there were days where he wanted to make sure i was the most healthiest, making me drink the most disgusting juices, taking me on a run with him, which ended up with me throwing up on the side of the road at 6 in the fucking morning.

First of all I don't wake up at 6 in the morning, let's start there.

"Antheia you can't even climb a staircase without your calves aching and panting like you're on life support" his voiced his concerns at the top of the Kings room floor staircase, watching me whine and complain at the bottom, holding onto the railing for my dear life.

"What's stopping me from strangling you at night?" I barked back, feeling myself loose my soul with how tired i was. He exhaled deeply, shaking his head as he walked back down the stairs to pick me up bridal style till we reached back to the King's room.

There was no fucking reason to not use the elevator like normal people, but he really had to be a fitness freak sometimes.

I sat on the little park bench, reminiscing the countless memories we shared. A small smile forming on my lips as I remembered all our stories storming back to me.

Ding

I felt my phone vibrate inside my coat pocket.

My heart sank at the sight of the text recipient, my eyes scanning through the words.

Adam

"I'll send someone to drop off the rest of your things to Erika's, just tell me when. Hand in the keys when you're ready"

I felt the pit in my stomach widen at the cold and distant words i read on the screen. Is this really him? I suppose he's given up. A burning sensation appear on my waterline, tears pooling.

Give it another chance

Rhiannon's voice echoed inside my head. There's nothing more I wanted but to call him and hear his voice. But I didn't even know what to text back, let alone say to him on the other end of the phone.

I rushed to take the bus back to Erika's place, as it was already nightfall and I didn't even realize for how long i was wondering around the city.

Entering an empty apartment regardless of which, always made me feel hollow. Before I always knew i was coming back to him, but now. There's no one waiting for me, or no one to wait for.

Prancing back and forth the empty Victorian style apartment, my brain was going on overdrive. My heart pounding furiously inside my chest. Is that adrenaline? Am i feeling a kick of adrenaline right now?

That's it, I'm gonna do it. Fuck it, I'm gonna do it.

I hurriedly called a cab, letting my heart lead all of my actions from this point on.

I couldn't be even more anxious, if not extremely impatient. Fidgeting in the back of the car, my heart refusing to calm, getting in the way of me having any coherent thoughts. I watched the busy streets, the shimmering lights hoping it would keep me distracted for the rest of the car ride. Although i believe it did a little, my entire anxious body just kept taking the spotlight.

KING

The large building was branded in gold lettered sign, situated in the heart of the city. The building stood proud. And this is where he was almost everyday. I couldn't help but feel animosity towards this place.

Just do what you came here to do.

I exhaled deeply, trying to calm my nerves. Slowly entering the almost emptied building. I didn't even realize it was 10.30 in the night. Was i just wondering the city for that fucking long? I really lost track of time.

Usually the receptionists just let me right in, anyone who works here knows me if they know who Adam was, he made sure to take me on a tour of the entire building so he can 'show me off' to people according to him.

But now there's barely a sign of anyone, just the one security guy 'Leo' beaming at me as he eagerly let me in. "Miss Gray! How are you doing? Long time!"

He reminded me of Santa Claus with his big belly and long graying beard, he brought a sense of comfort to anyone who walked through. In fact he calmed my nerves the minute i walked into the building. "I'm good Leo how are you?"

"Oh i just had a coffee I'm zapped" he chuckled, "he's in his office, busy as always" he added, shaking his head. Walking me to the elevator before sending me upstairs.

30th floor.

His office was on the 30th fucking floor.

I wish Leo came with me, he's like this comforting grandpa, that the minute i got in this elevator by myself, heading up to his office, i could feel my nerves going all over the place, my heart pounding furiously inside my chest.

Ding

The elevator rang, the doors sliding open.

Fuck my knees are going to give out.

Inhaling deeply, i walked towards his office. Not a single other person in the vicinity, just the bright light from the inside of his office, shining through.

I could see him on the phone, pacing back and forth, engrossed in a conversation.

The hair on my skin rose as our eyes suddenly locked.

He stopped in his tracks, slowly lowering his phone. His gaze intensely on me.

I made my way into his office, pushing the door open.

"Antheia wha-"

"I don't want this to end" I breathed, his chocolate brown eyes faltering to leave mine. The light inside his office was almost dimming. I guess i see why he doesn't need lighting inside, when the the shimmering bright lights of the city floods into his office through the colossal glass panes. "I love you" i croaked, my entire being yearning for him.

Without a second to spare, he rushed over to me. Engulfing me into his arms, pulling me close tightly. His soft lips crashing into mine.