His Beautiful Addiction

Claire stepped down from the car slowly, a light sigh leaving her lips. This was the six day, and tomorrow their fate would be sealed. They\'ve lived each day as though nothing was going to happen. Making each day count, and being happy in every way they could, but now it was almost time, her heart was not at peace.

Throughout the day at work, she couldn\'t rest; she didn\'t even concentrate in anything in work but at the same time she didn\'t want to go home. She didn\'t want to hear what he was going to tell her.

Was he going to leave? Or was he going to stay?

They had two options but practically, they didn\'t have any option. There was no way she was going to let him die.

She stayed in the office till it was past eight before she decided to go home. Claire stood outside his house as the cold breeze cut through her skin, her eyes stared at the house in front of her until her eyes stung and then she blinked. Taking in a deep breath, she walked forward.

\'\'Hello, you\'re so late. \'\' she gripped her bag as she watched Leo set the table with apron over his shirt. He had rolled up his sleeves and watching him under the dining lights made him look a little too handsome, her heart practically skipped a beat.

\'\'Why are you still standing there? Come in and take a shower so we can eat. \'\' Claire smiled and nodded at him;

He had left work earlier than usual but she didn\'t know he was planning on making dinner before she returned.

She showered quickly and joined him at the table.

\'\'Wow, this is a feast! \'\' she exclaimed as she stared at the assorted meals on the table. She should be happy but she didn\'t know why she was feeling like they were about to say goodbye.

\'\'Stop staring and take a bite, I can\'t wait to know what it tastes like. \'\'

Claire chuckled; \'\'don\'t; tell me that you didn\'t taste what you prepared? \'\' she smiled as she picked up her cutlery.

\'\'Nah, I trust my skills, I can\'t make anything less than perfect. \'\' 

She laughed at his words; \'\'I love your confidence, but the taste of the booty is in the eating! \'\'

Leo stared at her amusingly; \'\'where did you get such weird theory? \'\'

She opened her lips to reply, but when she remembered who had said that to her, she smiled. Her father used that term whenever they ate together with their mom, when she was still alive and things weren\'t bad yet.

But mentioning that man\'s name now was going to ruin their perfect meal, so she just laughed;

\'\'Aish, I can\'t even remember where I heard that, but I thought it was quite popular. \'\'

\'\'Not at all, I\'m just hearing it for the first time. \'\'

Claire rolled her eyes; \'\'whatever; \'\' she said and filled her fork with rice.

\'\'How does it taste? \'\' Leo asked as he watched her chew slowly; Claire glanced at him and scrunched up her face as though she had just taken a bitter medicine.

\'\'Oh my god! \'\' she exclaimed as though she was about to vomit;

Leo\'s face fell, he had tried his best to make a very good dinner for her, he felt so bad that she didn\'t like it;

\'\'It doesn\'t taste good? Is it that bad? \'\'

Claire drank from the cup of water from the table, and she shook her head looking dismayed;

\'\'This is so so so GOOD!!\'\'

She laughed heartily seeing that her trick had worked on him, Leo fell back on his seat as he stared at her.

\'\'What? Did I scare you? \'\' She laughed as she leaned closer to him, still laughing at him. Leo stared at her for moment and then he closed the space between them, kissing her. It was just a light kiss and before she could think, he had let go of her

 \'\'Let\'s eat. \'\' By the time she opened her eyes he was already eating from his plate. She cleared her throat and sat properly. Even though she wasn\'t seeing her face, she knew her cheeks were flushed.

They ate quietly now, only the sound of their cutleries was heard. Claire did not like the quiet, it made her remember what was ahead of her, and the last thing she wanted to do was remember.

Leo poured her wine in her cup and she sipped from it.

\'\'Everything on this table is my favorite. \'\' she noticed, even to the wine in her hands. He paid attention to every detail about her. She was meant to feel happy but instead pain clouded her heart but she forced a smile;

\'\'you\'re making me feel guilty since all I know about your favorites is your favorite home slippers. \'\'

Leo laughed; \'\'you have enough time to learn about me and you can ask me whatever you want to know.

 Claire smiled and nodded; \'\'yeah, I think I\'ll do that. \'\'

When they finished eating, they washed the plates together and went to the bathroom to wash their mouth.

Claire stared at Leo\'s reflection in the mirror as they brushed their teeth. Whenever their eyes met, she would quickly look away.

He wasn\'t even talking about tomorrow, was he planning on leaving in the middle of the night?

Her heart raced. She didn\'t mind if he wanted to leave but at least he should say a last goodbye before he left.

\'\'Tomorrow is the last day. \'\' She finally said the words she dreaded the most. Claire avoided his eyes as she placed her brush in its cap.

Leo watched her quietly; he knew she was trying to hide the emotions in her eyes. He knew that once she looked at him, she was going to cry, and she didn\'t want to cry.

\'\'Hmm… \'\' He replied nonchalantly and Claire glanced at him confused;

\'\'Fath… \'\' she was about to call that man father but he had lost that right when he tried to force her apart from the only person who had stood by her side even when the world felt like it would eat her up.

\'\'He said he gave us a week. \'\' Her heart raced as she spoke, she nervously folded her palms as she summoned the courage to look at him.

\'\'What are we going to do? \'\'