I heard the door slam on V's end. It didn't sound like a good thing. I closed my laptop reluctantly and walked over to my window. I didn't even know how I was even going to ask her if I could come in. Apparently I didn't have to. I heard your conversation with Felicity, and that is the sexiest of you I have seen so far. Forever Venice definetly is my ultimate turn on. I lean against my window seal and I look towards your windows the same time you open them.
There was something in those eyes. We're....were you crying? You were fucking crying. I used my hand to tell you to move back so I could jump in...I didn't care if it was in the middle of the day. You were crying, and my heart bleeds. The distance between our houses wasn't so bad so I had less to be worried about. My feet landed on your soft tile and I shut your window but I slowly turned to you.
Your forehead was filled with beads of sweat and your running clothes looked like they would tear with how tense your muscles were. Your fists were clenching and your hands shook a little but it was evident you were holding back.
"Bathroom. May I?" I asked but you just nodded and I went in anyway. I couldn't see you like this. You had just made a breakthrough with yourself. You chose to keep me. I froze for a second for that revelation to sink in. Was it already going as far as I needed it to?
I came out with a glass of water in my hand. I extended it to her but all I got was a half pissed half confused look. I know it seemed absurd but I needed you to do this. For me. For you. But mostly for my peace knowing I was going to leave you better than this.
"What's the glass for Q? I don't have the patience for your games and-"
"Take the fucking glass Venice."
She stepped forward to take it and I sank to my knees and looked up at you. I could see your exterior change but I wasn't going to stand up.
"I want you to either drink that water or...you could throw it at me and take it out. Holding whatever it is you're holding in isn't good for you. I know that better than anyone." The moment those words escaped my lips I got a splash of water all over rmy face but I tried as hard as I could not to flinch this wasn't about me. Not about my pain this was about yours, because it wasn't easy conflicting the one person you considered family.
"Hit me, Venice. Like you abso-fucking-lutely mean it."
I should have regretted telling her to do so but I don't. I hadn't been hit her for years. The first blow was on my face, I knew you had something against my looks darling, but damn it's not me it's my mother's genes.
"Fucking asshole." You mutter before the second blow goes to my side and I fall to that side and groan in pain. You had real mean punches but hurt me. I want you to hurt me, go overboard and have me rolling on the floor. The punches came on full force all over my upper body and at some point I think I started nose bleeding. But keep going Venice. I'm your fucking asshole to hit as much as you want.
I look up at her when she stops and my body aches but I see the tears clearly. You were crying and letting out. You kneel in front of me and cry. I love your tears. I love the sound of you sobbing. These little feelings you let out on your own.
"Good girl." I whisper and your crying intensifies. "Whatever you did was the right thing."
She hugs me and I accept her warmth fuck. I embrace it. I love it and hate it at the same time. You could squeeze hard. This is your body to break, this was your skin to bleed. This was your canvas to mess. I want you to paint me with that pain to take the energy you give me daily for yourself. Take anything you want.
"T-thank you. T-thank you. I'm sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry. I'm sorry."
"Venice."
"I'm sorry." Don't you dare...
"Venice!"
Your eyes shot to mine and I swear I was about to break down with you but I couldn't. I couldn't break you then myself at the same time. It had to be one of us. You were breaking before my eyes. This wasn't what I fucking wanted. I wanted, no, I needed you to be whole. Hence why my next words needed to sound pathetically unsympathetic.
"If you apologise one more time, the little respect I have for you fades, understand?"
You still don't seem to understand. That's why you nod at my question.
"Your words V."
"I get it." I smile and hold her chin up to me.
"Your the kind of woman who doesn't break. Whatever choices you make are for YOU. Not for your fucking angelic friends, or family for you."
You look up at me and that's when time stops and I started to find it hard to breathe. This was the worst but perfect timing. You were leaning close and god, I had been dying to kiss you again. I had wanted to taste you again. My hand slips through strands of your hair and I pull for you to stay still. Fucking stay still. I leaned forward to feel your breath fan my face. I was nervous, turned on, impatient.
"Can I kiss you? I know I suck but I can't....V" I think I just whimpered your name. I promise I hadn't been thinking of that kiss from before (lie).
"Leave." You whisper and I freeze.
I think you just told me to leave. But I didn't....couldn't leave. I think I heard something wrong here.
"Did you just say-"
"Leave me alone, Q. Leave."