D.I.D I do that?

I love Dante.

Simple as that, I've always loved Dante. He's someone who's been there for me when I've needed him. Dante treated me with some love, care, and respect. He's shown me how much he values me and how much he loves me.

but that's about it...

If you were to ask me what his favorite color was, I wouldn't be able to answer.

If you were to ask me who his favorite artist was, I wouldn't be able to answer.

If you were to ask me why he ever became an agent, I wouldn't be able to answer.

If you were to ask me why he loves me, I wouldn't be able to answer.

If you were to ask me why I love him, I wouldn't be able to answer.

Coral.

Whoever the hell painted 'The Birth of Venus.'.

He became an agent because he thought he'd be free from taxes since he worked for the government. The agency is a non-governmental organization.

Dante loves me because I'm a good cook. Even though I burnt ramen, he also loves me because he thinks that no matter how imperfect I am, I'll always be perfect in his eyes, and that's why he loves me.

There were more reasons, but these were the main ones.

Now this one...

I don't know why I ever loved him. I know everything about this man. I've seen him through and through. Dante is perfect in every way, and he's the ideal guy, so why can't I see what makes him special like he could see in me?

I think this was why we were falling apart.

He's worked so hard to achieve happiness for a girl that he could never make happy.

I wonder how long our marriage would've lasted even if my baby was born. I'd give it a year or two.

Maybe the question shouldn't have been why I love Dante.

It should've been...what isn't there to love about Dante?

Of course

Because what isn't there to love about a perfect man?

Did you know I hate robots?

.・゜゜・ ・゜゜・．

Day 1...

First day here and I'm already bored. There's nothing to do in here, and that little TV they gave me barely has anything good on. The Kids Network might become my new favorite channel if I keep watching Nickelodeon shows or Cartoon Network.

Here I am sitting here waiting for my so-called psychologists to come in and check up on me. Honestly, I wonder how they look and who they are, to begin with, so I'll know whether I can manipulate them or somehow make them join me.

The door to my cube suddenly opened, allowing me to see my dear old guardian angel.

Oh, to be loved by God, a dream of mine finally coming true.

S-ranked agent Caroline Brooker codename: Agent Brokie

"Look who it is, my favorite bum from the slums, and I heard you recently became an S rank," I said, waving at her while she rolled her eyes at me.

"You know, I could always keep it simple and fire you," Caroline says, bringing a chair to me and sitting down.

Caroline's codename is Brokie because she was born in the ghetto and worked her way up to the top, like where she is now.

Your classic rags-to-riches story, but there are some rumors that Caroline did something funny for that little bit of money, but if Carol claims she didn't, then it's false.

"So, what you just asked about my day and if I see demons?" I asked her, crossing my arms and leaning on the glass.

"Well, yes, but I have other questions, too. Like... do you still like Dante?" Caroline asked me, intrigued about our love life,

"Look, I'm long over Dante. Me and him could never work, and it's on him if he can't see that." I scoffed at her words.

"And besides, why do you care about our relationship? Weren't there rumors of you wanting to get with Dante lately?" I asked her, and she went quiet.

"Oh, I see you have a crush on—"

"You need to learn to let rumors stay exactly as they are. Because words can be deceiving, everything you may know can all become false," Caroline says menacingly.

"You know you'd make for an amazing villain in a TV series or just play the role of a hot mom either works well," I told her.

"You know where I think you'd look great in," Caroline started.

"An Erotica," I finished, and she agreed, Caroline.

Caroline packed up. "I believe it's time for me to go. You've told me enough. I have enough insight today."

Caroline stood up and prepared to go.

"We barely even talked. Was that even 5 minutes?" I'm shocked our little session was over so quickly at that point. Why even have this session to begin with?

"Also remember what I said don't trust everything or everyone. But you should already know that, especially with what happened with the B ranks," Caroline smiled at me and then left the cube.

I don't trust her at all. Nice people don't become S ranks. No, you become an S-rank when even hell thinks you're too horrible for them.

I can't trust someone like her.

Day 3

"Carol, tell me what happened to Ivan." I asked, making Carol spit out her coffee.

"Who's that?" Caroline asked, as if she didn't just make a scene. "Hey, can one of you clean the mess up?"

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An agent watching from outside cleans up the mess with his jacket.

"Stop lying and just tell me." I got irritated with her words.

"No, seriously, who's that?" Caroline asked while putting her feet on the agent while he cleaned her mess.

"How the fuck do you not know, Ivan? He's the whole reason I'm in this fucking situation right now," I cursed at her for not complying.

"I don't know. He's not my problem, was he?" Caroline said with no care in the world as she poured the rest of her coffee on the agent.

"Who even said it was a good idea to make an E rank?" Caroline laughed while kicking her feet on the agent.

"At that point, why are you even here? E ranks are so bad that they don't even go on missions. They just sit there and watch us do the dirty work." Caroline kicked the E-rank agent to the ground and stood up.

"Hey Aisha," Caroline started, "Why don't we dispose of all the E ranks since they're all useless waste?" Caroline smiled at me, then started laughing maniacally.

God, why does this bitch have to be like this?

Caroline kept on kicking the E-rank agent, so I just turned away, going back to sleep since I wasn't gonna get anything out of the crazy one.

I thought God gave me her for a psychologist, meant tea getting spilled, not coffee.

Day 5

I sat up, looking at the ceiling with Caroline, both of us just staring at the sight above us. There lay the same E rank Caroline was abusing a few days ago, hanging from the ceiling fan.

"So what did I do?" Caroline asked, looking at me.

"Isn't it obvious you abuse her to the point of suicide?" I answered.

"Look, she said that she wanted to be free since she didn't have too much free time the day before. I went to sleep thinking she would be out for 12 hours, but I guess it was 24," Caroline explained.

"Have you ever thought of taking pills or seeing a doctor to stop this?" I asked Caroline, still looking at the hanging agent.

"We both made an agreement that she wouldn't interfere with my work unless it was in the middle of a mission and I needed her craziness." Caroline further cleared up.

Caroline finally looked away from the sight and just sat down, holding a book in hand.

"Besides, if I were to take the meds, I wouldn't be here anymore since crazy me is the original," Caroline revealed, shocking me so much that I looked away from the dead body.

"Really? How is that possible?" I asked her, interested in her story.

"My doctor says once I experienced the slight taste of being financially safe, I created a normal personality that could adapt better instead of doing so myself," Caroline told me.

"Why else do you think I made Brokie my codename? Because I'll always be more of a Ragatha than a Richie."

Caroline, of course, had a crazy backstory. story. Why wouldn't a literal definition of a Gemini have one?

"Wow, why are you so interesting?" I asked, falling onto my pillow dramatically.

Caroline laughed at my dramatic moves.

"Everyone has their own story. People just tend to listen more to those who look interesting," Caroline informed me.

"Perfect example is Jessica here," Caroline pointed up to the hanging girl.

Not gonna lie. I didn't even know she had a name.

"She's actually the daughter of an ex-senator and a government official, but she came here because she wanted to help save the world and fix the current standards, though it looks like she couldn't even handle the one here," Caroline held back a laugh.

"You know, before I saw this, I was gonna try to escape by manipulating Dante into the point of making him seem like a horrible person," I let Caroline know of my old, beautiful plan to manipulate my way out of here.

"If you're thinking about doing what I think you're doing, you're kind of manipulating him in some way. Though let's hope you don't drive him to the brink of insanity," Caroline smiled at her own words, but I stayed quiet.

"...And why would he go insane?"

"You know why," Caroline smirked at me.

Of course, I knew why I wasn't stupid, but admitting it was something I never wanted to do. I didn't even want to think about why he would ever do that.

I wanted him to abandon me, but yet he never does. I want to stop thinking about how inhuman he is and just how fucking annoying.

Damn, even now he won't leave my head.

God, free me, damn it!

Day 7

It's my final day here, and I learned nothing about anyone or just anything, but when I leave, I want something, some form of new information.

After talking with Caroline, she ordered all the agents facing us to turn the other way, and then she left the cube.

Dante entered the room, and Caroline ran to Dante, but not before looking me straight in the eye.

There game set.

Caroline gave me a few of her lanyards, and I made it into a makeshift noose. I was gonna use her specialty to make myself float to the ceiling fan and hang myself. However, there were two problems.

One I'm hooked to an IV machine, I don't know how far I'll be able to float without passing out.

Two the ceiling fan is on, unlike before when the girl hung herself, so it would be significantly harder to hang myself.

Three floating takes a lot of energy (Words of Caroline), so once again I might pass out before I even make it to the ceiling fan.

Wait, that was three reasons. Damn it, I'm beyond screwed at this point.

Whatever I needed to try something to get out of here.

Caroline was distracting Dante currently, so I decided it was the perfect time to float up. I grabbed my lanyard and focused on making myself float, though as I was floating, I noticed the IV tube was reaching its limit. Soon they all came out, and I felt significantly weaker.

I could barely reach the fan, but when I got my lanyard on, I couldn't stay floating anymore, and I fell out of consciousness and was actually hanging myself.

Caroline let out a scream and pointed to my hanging body spinning with the fan. I asked Caroline to play along, though she noticed something was off as she saw me hanging off the ceiling fan.

Dante's head moves towards the direction of Caroline's hand, his heart leaping into his throat as he realizes the source of the sound.

"Aisha," he roars, already sprinting towards the cell, the psychologist hot on his heels.

As he bursts into the cube, Dante sees Kendall hanging from the ceiling fan, a makeshift noose made from the Caroline's lanyard around her neck. Her face is a mask of terror, her eyes bulging and bloodshot, her skin a sickening shade of blue.

Caroline realized I was actually in danger and sat back to watch.

Dante doesn't hesitate. He rushes forward, leaping up to grab the lanyard and pull it away from her neck. He wraps his arms around her waist, holding her close as he works to untie the knot, his fingers shaking with fear and adrenaline.

"Hold on, Aisha," he pants.

As Dante freed me, he saw the marks the lanyard left behind and held me tightly in his arms, his hands shaking.

He turns to the psychologist, his expression hard and unyielding.

"Tell them I'm taking full responsibility for Aisha's care. I'll be the one to watch over her, to make sure she's safe and getting the help she needs."

Caroline frowns, her brow furrowed in concern.

"Dante, I must advise against this. I'm not sure the council will like this. They already don't trust her as it is. The council may not approve of your decision." Caroline was leaning against the glass with her arms crossed.

Damian scoffs, a harsh, bitter sound.

"Fuck the council. Fuck their protocols. I'm not going to let them use Aisha as a pawn in their power games. She needs help, not imprisonment."

Caroline sighed to herself, smirking.

"Suit yourself. Hope you don't get demoted."

.・゜゜・ ・゜゜・．

To be honest, I still don't even understand how that plan even worked. I mean, yeah, it looked believable, but that was because I was actually dying otherwise. Would Dante have fallen for my trap?

Doesn't matter, anyway. I'm free from that stupid cube, and I get to have a little vacation till I get better. Sadly, I have to live with Dante for a while, but he promised me a room and a caretaker to watch over me when I'm out.

Dante took me in the elevator to his apartment. I was in a wheelchair with my own IV machine. The elevator ride was awkward since no one was talking, so I started some small talk.

"So, um, you know Caroline. She's cute, isn't she?" I started nudging him a bit.

"I guess—wait, wait, wait. Hold up, no. Caroline is lesbian, absolutely no." Dante got disgusted, and now I'm shocked.

"Well, good," I blurted out.

Whoa... First off, what the hell was that? Why did I just say 'good'?

Second off, how the hell is Caroline a lesbian, but the rumors—

'You need to learn to let rumors stay exactly as they are.'

'Because words can be deceiving, everything you may know can become false.'

Also, third, I haven't seen Dante react so strongly to something in a hot minute.

"So I see you're glad Caroline doesn't like me," Dante teased, and I rolled my eyes.

"Why's that?"

"Cause Caroline's mentally insane," I explained as the elevator door opened.

We leave the elevator.

"You know she kinda has a second specialty since usually, most people with her disorder don't create schedules for when their personality," Dante informed me.

"You seem to know a lot about her," I said sarcastically.

"Jealous, we're not talking about you," Dante teased me as we made it to his door.

Dante unlocks the door.

"Am I constantly on your mind or something?"

"Want me to answer that?"

"No,"

Dante opened the door to his apartment, which felt like opening a core memory because this was where I lived when we were together.

As we entered his apartment, I heard a familiar voice.

"Danny Boo Boo Bear, do you have any water?" A familiar male voice said.

There's no way

"Come on, I need something to dri—" The mysterious voice was, of course, Ivan.

"IVAN!" I yelled as soon as I saw him.

"Shit!" Ivan cursed

Shit indeed. This was all a bunch of bullshit.

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If you seek it, why owe you?