Part 8

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When I woke up my head was still on the Grand Guignol's chest. I could hear his heart beat. I could hear him breathing. His hand was on my shoulder. I looked up. His eyes were closed. He was sleeping. He looks so cute when he sleeps.

I closed my eyes and dreamed about me and the Grand Guignol on the beach watching the sunset while we are holding each other tight. I hope we can do this one day.

I hope that one day we can leave this place and move somewhere where it will be just me and him and probably a dog or a cat. I hope that one day I will be able to see him smile more. He does smile, but when he does he looks like he is in pain. He knows that I'm going to leave, but now if I think a little bit about that I don't think I want to leave anymore. I want to stay with the Grand Guignol. I want to grow old with him and maybe have a kid or two. I want him by my side no matter what.

Oh God! I'm catching feelings!












I heard the Grand Guignol whispering:

I love you y/n l/n.
Even if you want to leave or not I still love you.
Even if you hate me I still love you.
I don't know if that kiss was real or not,
But I still love.
I hope that you love me too.

"I love you!" I said. I looked at him. I looked in his green eyes. He looked into my eyes. He kissed my nose and smiled. I couldn't see pain in that smile. I saw happiness.

"What do you want to do today?" he asked.

"I don't know. What do you want to do today?"

"I don't care as long as I am with you."  he said.

"We could go for a walk in the park." I said.

"Ok, but can we go later? I really like to stay here with you."

"Only if you kiss me one more time."

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