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

been pretty much melted away, I should probably try and get some sleep. Tomorrow is Megan’s engagement party and I don’t want to oversleep and miss whatever she has planned for us during the day. It’s hard to believe

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my blankets and reach to turn off my 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,

random rom–com.

My laptop is still on my lap and

I was watching or even if I finished it. My

drag myself out of bed and into my bathroom. I groan as I look in the mirror. My eyes are puffy and the bags under my eyes are big enough to pack for a two week vacation. The 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 enough to go wherever Megan plans to drag me

don’t bother with makeup or

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 front door. Shaun is still

respond as I turn to the kitchen. Shaun is standing in

you won’t get in trouble or anything. Promise.” I tell him, trying not

you?“I challenge, placing my

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immediately, concern on his

insists as he

sure where to look. I

Take a seat. I’m thinking eggs this morning, and orange juice. Always orange juice. Ooh and cookies after.” 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

the host here.” I remind him. He

guest. I don’t expect you to

there’s no reason you should be serving me either.” I

to