[Hazel]
“Hazel, please, don’t do this,” Elijah fell to his knees, eyes glistening with tears, hands clasped like a man ready to pray—or propose. IDK. “Please don’t hurt yourself. I’ll do it. I’ll pretend to be your assistant—not just for two weeks, but for two decades. Hell, make it two lifetimes. Just please… don’t hurt yourself. I’ll kill myself if anything happens to you. You’re my only one. The best, most diligent secretary this world has ever known. Please, Hazel, pleaaaaaaaaaa—”
And then, reality hit—literally—when a hand snuck around my waist.
Before I could blink, WHOOP! My whole body flipped.
Yeah… that wasn’t real.
That was just me, daydreaming like a lovesick fool with a flare for drama and a flair for fiction.
No metaphor. No exaggeration. I was literally upside down.
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