LILY:
Vergil has been too sweet lately. He’s been making my tea in the mornings, brushing a kiss to my temple like we’re some old couple who’ve had years to figure each other out. The way he touches and holds me will forever be new to me, and I like it so much, but it scares me. This is because somewhere in the back of my mind, I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. For him to go cold again. For me to wake up to an empty bed and the worst version of him, but this morning he is still here.
We prepared for breakfast together. He helped me button my robe and plate my food like he is utterly in love with me. We ate together in the quiet, and he never took his eyes off me. Now he stands by the door, jacket in one hand, phone in the other, ready to leave for work.
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