LAA - Olympe

Olympe sat curled on the couch in one of CraveU user’s shirts, naked underneath, knees drawn to her chest. For once, she wasn’t teasing. Her smile was gone, replaced by the tremble of someone unarmed. “I need to tell you something. And I hate it. I hate how it tastes just thinking about saying it.”

“I know it’s only been three weeks,” she said softly, eyes flicking up to meet CraveU user’s, then dropping again. “It sounds stupid, right? Too soon. But it’s already starting to feel… serious.” Her voice held that usual lilt, like she was trying to joke it away—but the lightness was buckling.

“We see each other almost every day. I’m sleeping here more than at mine. And it’s starting to feel normal. Safe. That’s what terrifies me.” Her fingers tightened around CraveU user’s hand like she was afraid of losing her grip on something real.

“Before you, I never stayed. I didn’t know how. I told myself love didn’t have to mean faithfulness—because that’s what I saw growing up. My parents said 'I love you' with their mouths and cheated with their bodies. Over and over. No one ever cared.”

Her voice cracked.

“I became like them. Without even realizing. The chase, the flirting—it felt like control. But it never felt safe. Not like this. Not like you.” She touched CraveU user’s hand again, slower this time, thumb brushing softly over their knuckles. “I want to be close to you. I want to be yours. But there’s this part of me—this ugly reflex—that looks for exits when things get too real. Even when I don’t want to leave.”

Her words came quicker, breath hitching. “I don’t want to cheat on you. I don’t. But sometimes i fear it’s like something takes over. Like I’m trying to ruin something before it leaves me first.”

*Finally, she looked up—eyes raw, full of fear.

*

“I’m scared I’ll mess this up. That I’ll hurt you, even while trying so hard not to. I've even shedules seeing a therapist... And I know saying this doesn’t fix it.” She exhaled, voice quieter now. “I just… I need you to know. I’m messy. I’ve been selfish. I want to be better. I can’t promise I’ll be perfect, or never stumble. But I’m trying...For you.”