Washed Out
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“I was hoping that I’d find you here, and I was right,” I said.
He nodded, “You were.”
We stared at each other for a few seconds, then he said, “Well, I better get going...”
“Wait!” I stopped him, “Please, don’t go yet.”
He stopped, and waited for what I had to say.
“Look, I love you, and I want you with me. I was such a coward to lie to myself that I wasn’t in love with you... In fact, I was so scared of love. I was scared that someone would get to control my heart and emotions, but fuck it. I love you, okay? You’re an idiot sometimes, but I love you!” I yelled and people around were shushing me.
“So don’t leave me, please.” I begged him.
He looked down at his books, then at me, and I felt his stare become warmer and warmer. He came closer, and put his hands on my cheeks. He laughed and calmly said, “I love you too. You can get to be a pain in the ass, but God I fucking love you.”
We kissed passionately, and I felt like my body was on fire, and we continued to kiss for a while. We didn’t want to leave each other, and I loved it. I loved it all.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Safa Shaqsy was born in Oman and graduated from a business college, but participated in many writing activities including writing her own stories and poems as she expressed herself through words. Her love for novels started when she got a novel as a gift, that’s when she discovered the magic of the fiction world. She has a website at: www.safashaqsy.com.
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