F me right now, lost all of what I initially wrote for this chapter :c
Question: breakfast or skip?
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DANIELLE H--6
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Danielle,
the definition of self-respect,
had never entered my mind,
you crafted that into my improved being.
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"WHY CAN'T WE start it now? Huh Danielle?" Marcus widens his eyes in annoyance, breathing in and out excessively - trying to control his anger at my number one award in procrastination.
My Marcus is never one to procrastinate: the fact that the room I'm about to sleep in is bare he definitely wants to have it at least painted today and I obviously do not.
"Because, it's hard." Seriously though, who does he think I am? Bob the mighty builder? I did love that programme though: the man with the honey yellow helmet and the tools... those special tools he used to fix everything with — that's not the point though.
Why is he always willing to do strenuous activities, can't a girl rest?
"I just came back Marcus - literally a few days ago," I place the back of my hand on my head dramatically and fall to the ground on my knees, "I'm ever so tired, please," he scrunches at me in disbelief.
"What in the hell." He scoffs.
"Please, Marcus... do it yourself. There's no we in tiredness, I need to rest," I point at him confidently, I definitely made a great point, "and you're wide awake."
"Are you really that lazy? What the fuck." He starts laughing in annoyance and shakes his head, dropping the painting brush which held the baby pink hue that would decorate my walls, onto the floor.
"You should know that already, remember? I was diagnosed with laziness?"
"Are you really already being sassy? Because of that emo-"
"Don't finish that, please. I'm just feeling tired, we don't have to do this, not again." It's only been a few days and on the first day I came to London Marcus and I were already arguing and now we're arguing now!
Before we would rarely argue: we could go months without arguing and when we did argue it was diffused quickly, not having one of us looking like the steam pot Marcus is now.
What's wrong with me?
"Not again? Who's fault is that? Oh I don't know," Marcus feigns shrugging, "maybe the one who happily broke our homeland curse?" Oh my goodness he's still on about this? I thought this was just about painting my room?
"Yes, I did recently meet Danielle but-"
"R-recently?" He rakes his long slender fingers in his hair, his hand free of visible veins. "You met the girl today!"
"No, I met her on the train, right before you picked me up! We sat on the train together and shared a drink, talking with each other." I know, it is quite strange or very strange meeting someone on public transport and then becoming all buddy-buddy with them in a matter of days but with Danielle... it just feels like I can trust her.
"Are you really that naive?"
"No."
"Yes you are if you're willingly hanging out with a stranger - probable stalker, especially knowing the Nasedo curse! This," he waves his palm at me," is why we've been arguing, it makes more sense now that you met the girl on the train before me: you've been cursed since then." He holds his nose and takes a step back, hitting the bare wall behind him. "That's why we've been arguing so much and you're already becoming sassy. You're cursed and it's too late. Is it even safe?"
"What?" My mind remains blank, attempting to process all what Marcus is saying. "Me staying next to you? Like will my fucking future become cursed too?"
What is he saying... what on earth is my love saying? My heart has hands pulling on the two sides, threatening to tear it into two separate halves. We're supposed to move into a have children after Marcus finishes his school - and there are supposed to be three children. We will then live in a detached house with that garden...that's supposed to be my life - my future!
"No! No! No!" Jumping up from the floor I yell my words of fear about what's about to come next. Is this all really the curse?
"Are you guys okay in there?" Danielle's voice echoes from her new room that's she's decorating the walls with; anime wallpaper.
"I'm so sorry! You can paint the room, you don't have to distance yourself from me, Marcus. We're meant to be! It's no curse." I say hastily and attempt to touch him, moving my hands to touch his but he jumps a bit, his back slamming against my new wall. "Ouch, shit." His face pains a little and he purses his lips and starts off in annoyance once again, "See, you haven't even gotten a job yet. You haven't even been listening to me!"
"Marc-"
"Nope, let me count this shit." He brings out his fist and starts to bring raise his fingers, as he points out my errors, as if solving a mathematical problem. "So you haven't been listening to me: no job," two fingers, " moved in with a stranger," three, " breaking the curse," four, "you've been so sassy in a matter of hours, now the painting and we've been arguing so much - since the day you got here! It's a fucking curse and I-" My Marcus sighs, raking his hand through his head, "I'm afraid. Afraid we'll be split because...I never used to get angry this quickly. It's your fault - the curse's fault and you refuse to believe it and are still happily hanging with that girl."
"Marcus...I understand. Danielle is nice though-"
"Oh fucking hell, don't say that! That's your name! Don't address that probable stalker or enabler of this curse." He lifts himself up from the ground, wincing as he rolls his shoulders.
"No, Marcus, it's not that curse -" This allows Marcus to interrupt me for the umpteenth time, "I don't care," He starts moving towards the door, "I'm lea - fuck!" I jump in startlement, the fear of Marcus destroying our future dissolves into the sadness that has been threatening to take over my emotions - the paint was knocked over and now a tall pale man had been engulfed by baby pink paint, oh no!
"Let me get a rag!" I started towards the door, only for Marcus to tell me not to worry, "Ugh, forget it, I'm going." He opens the door and crosses the living room, rocking from side to side with his slippery pink shoes that squelch on the floor, leaving large shoe prints on the bare floor.
Oh no, what have I done?
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"I made him mad, like really mad. I normally never do that." Weeping through endless tears I managed to get a few words out to Danielle, who sat on the wall opposite to me, I sat; crying myself out. I started to sniffle and didn't even care about how much of a monster I looked like right now, with my snot-filled nose and mushed foundation. I push my head down rapidly as I took note of my likely appearance, "tissue," I look up to see Danielle looking down at me, her expression indifferent, waving a tissue onto my face.
Why is it now that I'm looking hideous?
"Thank you." I hiccup and grab the tissue, hastily wrapping it around my nose and blowing; the blow sounding like a trumpet was being played. She sighs and sits beside me, "Marcus is a dick." I jump at that, "No he isn't." I shake my head profusely, continuing, "Marcus and I are just..." a tear escapes my eye to join the dry ones as I try to pick up the words to describe the recent event: "arguing right now." As I say this, more tears fall and my shoulders start bob up and down as I find myself being swallowed into a deep pool of sadness, the neverending wave washes over me; suffocating me.
W-we're in love.
"Really? How can a man leave his girl crying like this after complaining like a grandma?" How can she say that? Marcus was telling no lies, I was being very disobedient! I shouldn't have been opposing him, I shouldn't have been lazy - I mean we didn't paint and I still didn't get a job. I'm still hanging out with Danielle... I feel a rough palm, slightly cold because of the rings, softly pat my cheeks: "Stop biting your cheeks. Seriously, how can your future be treating you like that? Don't let anyone talk to you like that - like you're a kid. I thought you said he's been here a while?"
"He has." I manage.
"Then why is he carrying that superstitious belief all around with him and hanging the sign, 'you're cursed' over his head? You don't seem so bothered about the belief and you just came out of...?
"Nasedo."
"Right."
"Maybe he just misses home?" As I say this Danielle scoffs, "Which certain cute girl told me he kept on telling you about London? Bragging almost?" I squirm inwardly - if I was lighter a huge blush would have been extremely visible on my damp cheeks.
"M-me."
"Exactly... what a strange guy you picked up." She shakes her head, the raven black hair flowing, around her shoulders, with her movement.
"Marcus is different - he's my future husband. Couples have quarrels all the time and this is only a bumpy road - we can make it." I have slight confidence to my words, they manage to fight the wave of sadness: there are always these extremely bumpy, high roads in a loving path - we have to work hard to overcome it but we can. "Whatever you say, I have never seen a successful relationship; enjoy your rocky path." Silence comfortably makes its way into the bare room with pink paint splashed on the floor, right between Danielle and I.
I shouldn't have entertained the conversation with Danielle when I heard her name, made the wrong food, not found a job, moved into this house, refused to paint, argue back at Marcus, been lazy... If I didn't do all of those things...We wouldn't have argued, he wouldn't be afraid of me, he wouldn't have left without giving me at least a kiss on the cheek. I love Marcus and I shouldn't - I shouldn't have made so many mistakes.
Suddenly, my teeth start to chatter, creating a dubstep song of their own and goosebumps appear on my bare legs. I peer up at Danielle, who was already watching me - though her expression still remains indifferent. "Can you hug me?" Danielle's eyes widen and she shakes her head rapidly, "Fuck no, sorry love, I made you stop crying but that's where it ends."
I pout my lips, attempting to make an adorable facial expression, her expression morphing into confusion, "Do you want to take a shit or something?"
A laugh erupts from me as I throw my head back and at the surface of my heart something is screaming for me and this probable stalker - or enabler of the curse - to become great friends.
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Hope u liked it :)
~𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝚅𝙾𝚃𝙴, 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙴! 𝙸𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎, 𝚘𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 - 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎 :𝟹.~
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Stay safe!