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ARIANA'S POV.
Miguel stared at me speechlessly, and finally, lowered his hand.
"Is that too much to ask? I'll cook, I'll clean, I'll run errands, I'll… I just don't…"
It was pathetic, but I didn't want to return. Not when I had so much doubts on who had the upper hand between me and Victoria. It was just too much for me, coupled with all the strange things that had been happening with me.
At the moment, what I needed was a positive environment. A place where I was sure that I would be accepted. It wasn't my fault I craved love and acceptance so much.
If I'd been given all that when I was younger, then maybe I wouldn't be so desperate for it.
My tears formed fully, and fell down my cheeks to the table. Even if I had to clean and cook. Just… just let me feel safe. Not like someone was waiting to kill me and take my spot.
I sniffed, and let a sob out. Just so tired of everything.
