#he didn't sound like this in flight of the eagle the fact it's not his mother tongue plays a rol ofc

[pulquedeguayaba]

Last Place on Earth - EP07 "Rejoice"

[wokeupchrisbrezy]

Toxicity.

Lando Norris

Toxic.

That is the only word to describe it. 

Why would I do it? Why am I doing this? Why do I stay?

Multiple questions run through your mind as you watch the seconds count continuously during the call. Silence filled the void that was your relationship with your boyfriend. Emptiness took the place of love. Cold shoulders in the place of kisses and hugs. 

At first it was all sunshine and rainbows. Happiness galore. Smiles and affection in every crevice of the couple. Over the course of a couple months, communication dwindled between the two of you. Intimacy was scarce. Touches, innocent or not, were basically non-existent. What happened?

Your boyfriend is great. Was great. Emphasis on the ‘was’ part. Perfect boyfriend, a real ten out of ten. You could not be happier. But slowly, all that’ loving' ran out. You tried… and tried.. And tried.. And tried. 

You’re simply returning the energy at this point. Do you still care? Yes… sadly. 

Should you? No and your best friends are this close to strangling you. But for the plot… right?

“You still there..?” His voice rang through the speaker of your phone.

“Oh… yeah. I’m still here.” You respond slowly.

He hummed. 

“I fly in tomorrow, remember?” You remind him. “Do you need me to bring anything?”

You were flying from America to Monaco. Your boyfriend was successful, to say the least. He was in a whole different tax bracket. He lived with you for a couple months while he was working on a project for work. He worked hard. He earned his success. Most of it, his father’s connections did help, that's for sure.

“No.” He replied almost instantly. 

“Okay…” The silence was loud. “I’ll let you go. Sleep well. Goodnight.” You sighed with some defeat in your tone.

“Goodnight. I love you.” Liar.

“I love you too.” Liar.

He ended the call before you could even blink. A rush of irritation entered your body then left as quick as it came. It isn’t even worth getting angry over at this point. Too many arguments and screaming matches have drained the effort of getting angry from your body.

—

Your flight landed an hour ago. You managed your way through customs and luggage retrieval. It was almost midnight. Exhaustion couldn’t describe the tiredness you feel at this very moment. Your boyfriend didn’t even have the decency to pick you up from the airport.

“I’m going to be asleep by the time you land,” was his excuse.

 Bastard. Fucker. Bitch.

Multiple curses ran through your mind as you waited for your uber to pull up. 

Not even the moon could show its face for you tonight. The city lights were mild compared to the blinding lights in the airport. You watched as people got into expensive looking cars in expensive looking outfits with expensive looking luggage. You were really in the rich’s playground now. And you thought American Eagle sweatpants were expensive.

—

You didn't even bother knocking on his extravagant front door. He told you the code beforehand.

You lazily punched the four digit code into the lock with a yawn before the annoying beeping sound decided to wail. The door unlocked and you managed to cram your thick ass suitcase in between your body and the door frame. 

Fuck this tiny ass doorway. Were these doorways made for double zero models? Most definitely.

You let the door close behind you as you hastily find his bedroom. You know this place like the back of your hand. Your boyfriend has flown you out many times before. But that was back when you actually liked each other.

He wasn’t sleeping like he said he was. Wow, what a shocker. The bathroom light illuminated under the doorway to his bathroom.

You kicked off your shoes and placed them neatly beside his. Your suitcase is in a lonely corner due to the fact that you're too tired to deal with unpacking especially at this ungodly hour.

The plushness of the luxurious bed sheets and comforter welcome you as you lay down on the untouched side of the bed. It is an absolute ghost town in that noggin of yours. Not a single thought behind your pretty eyes.

“Wow, a hobo in my bed. Fun.” His monotone voice decided to grace the presence of your ears.

You raised your head to see your boyfriend. “I’m rolling on the floor with laughter.” The sarcasm was dripping from your tone. 

Almost all your conversations ended in arguments. If they didn’t, it was because one of you didn’t have the energy to argue. 

His tone of voice was always pale. Monotone and dreary. Like he was never happy to see you. Never wanting to be around you. Never wanting to talk to you. It seemed dead all the time. Some could say it was the nature of his voice but before, he would have some fondness that would seep into his tone. That fondness got sucked back up at this point.

“Going to sleep already?” He asked as he walked to his side of the bed. His hair was slicked back wet and he was fresh out of the shower. The thought used to make you want to climb him like a tree but now it felt like a routine. A grueling routine.

“Yup.” You hummed in a tired manner.

He let out an annoyed scoff before slipping under the covers. “Goodnight. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

I wonder if God forgives liars…