Strings of Fate

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I suddenly realise that Bellamy is still talking.

“So we’re okay then?” he questions.

“Yeah Bellamy, we’re okay.” Now that we’ve made up, I’m sort of reluctant to hang up the phone. I’m still not ready to sleep yet.

“Shaun mentioned you tested your dominance. I meant to help you with it earlier but we

really had the chance.” His tone is apologetic, but, as usual, he doesn’t actually apologise.

never

“Don’t worry about it. It’s not a big deal.”

“But I was right, you are more dominant. We’ll have to test you against Megan sometime, and me.” He comments. Okay, not good. I don’t want to give him too much evidence about our fates just yet.

“Um, yeah, maybe.” I say casually. A beeping sound comes from the phone.

“I have another call coming through. I’ve been waiting for this call so I really need to get it…” Bellamy trails off. He doesn’t sound like he really wants to hang up.

“It’s fine. I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight Bellamy.”

“Goodnight Ryann.” The phone clicks as he hangs up. After talking to Bellamy and hashing everything out I have to admit that I feel much more relaxed. Resolving our argument did more for my mood than all the Netflix and cookies I can manage. I guess the first option is actually useful where the last two just leave me feeling a little guilty. I suppose I’ll have to give points to Bellamy for this one. Chalk one up to actually talking things out. Sigh. Now that there is apparently no immediate danger of being attacked in my

she has planned for us during the day. It’s hard to believe I’ve only

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light. Lying in the dark, feeling relaxed, I expected to fall asleep quickly, but I just can’t seem to get my mind to shut off. I roll around in my bed. Kicking the blankets off, pulling them back over me, rearranging the pillows like fifty times. After a while I cave and check the time on my phone. It’s just after two in the morning. This knowledge just agitates. me more, now I’m going to be tired tomorrow. I try lying different ways in bed, I even try swapping so my head is at the opposite end of the bed. I get up and make myself a hot chocolate which I only drink half of before tipping it down the sink, irritated. Eventually I go lie back down and after another hour of staring at the ceiling, attempting to count sheep or whatever

random rom–com.

jolt awake at my alarm clock, exhausted, disoriented and grumpy. My laptop is still on my lap and open, although the screen is blanked out. I don’t remember what happened in

was watching or even if I finished it. My

shadows under my eyes only emphasise their weird, pale colour. Hopefully this won’t ruin Megan’s plans for whatever makeover she intends to give me. I hop into the shower and try not to fall asleep under the warm, soothing water. I hop out and throw on a pair of leggings and a tank top. Presentable

I don’t bother with makeup or blow drying my hair or anything. No

it’s pretty easy to manage since my hair is so straight. I slip on a pair of flip flops and leave my room. I head straight to the

to respond as I turn to the kitchen. Shaun

Bellamy last night. You can come inside, you won’t get in trouble or anything. Promise.” I tell him, trying not

challenge, placing my hands on my hips

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immediately, concern on

Miss Gale!” he insists as

sure where to look. I

I set about starting breakfast. Shaun insists on helping and in the end I leave him to manage the eggs while I fetch glasses, plates and cutlery since he doesn’t

feels a little backwards, I’m the host here.” I remind

here as your guest. I don’t expect

no reason you should be

to cook.” I