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'So, this is your house?' Luke asked. 'I wouldn't call it a house, more of a dump really,' I looked round at the crumbling walls covered in mould. I barley got close them afraid of any possible illness I could get. 'Why don't we go to my room instead, it's much nicer?' 'Sure, not to be rude or anything,' 'oh trust me it's not rude, I rarely venture down the stairs,' so I brought him into my room instead.
'Your room is really nice!' 'Thanks but that's not true' 'no! It is actually. You wouldn't expect it to be but I love it' 'yeah I guess of grown rather fond of it too, it's like my safe haven,' 'my friend would call it a mancave' 'well then, it's my womancave,' I smirked at him, reaching into my bag of sweets. 'Want one?' I hoped he would say no, I don't share food. 'Oh yes please' well fuck. I thought to myself. He picked out the Orange smartie, my favourite, and eat it really loudly. I can't stand loud eaters. It makes me get all twitchy and uncomfortable. Like when you run your fingers down a blackboard but not as extreme. I sat there silently while he chewed. 'Hey what's that?' He said gesturing to me drawing pad. 'Nothing,' I answered abruptly. 'Doesn't look like nothing!' Before I could reply he had grabbed the pad and started flicking threw the pages.
'These Are amazing!' He exclaimed. 'Do you think so?' 'Yes, your an excellent artist, what do they all mean?' 'Well some of them are a bit confusing,' I pointed to the drawing of a person made up of multiple different people. 'This one represents how even though we look different, we are all the same' I then pointed to my new drawing. 'This one represents us. How you are a rose amongst a thorn but our love is special' 'I'm not the Rose, you are' I saw he cheeks flush a sweet pink. Assuming mine was doing the same. I held onto his hand and slightly squeezed it. We both stared into each other's eyes. His were a bright sea blue, it was like slowly diving into the Ibiza sea. Perfect. Even though you make a ripple it is hardly noticed as its beauty can over throw anything. I couldn't stop till I felt him inch his face closer. I was forced to stop looking and close my eyes as we shared an intimate kiss. Our love radiating off one another. 'Wow...' I mumbled. 'Your amazing' he whispered. 'I just want to be with you, forever'
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Imprinted ♱ l.h
RandomBeing lonely is a dangerous thing. Being alone can drive us to the very edge of our mind. Maybe even over it. We all need someone to imprint ourselves into. Someone we love.
