I didn't realize how much I loved him until he wasn't mine to love anymore.
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Mia is a girl oblivious to love. Emotionally broken.
Lucas is a boy who is somehow always happy.
This is a short story about Mia trying to regain Lucas's heart and atte...
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Lucas is standing in front of me. In the flesh. He's real before my eyes.
I stand there as still as a statue just looking. Gaping like an awkward idiot. My mouth grows dry and my tongue is stuck to the roof of my mouth. I'm speechless.
"Long time no see, Mee," he chuckles.
My heart does a summersault in my chest. "Uh, y-yeah."
I would face palm myself physically if I could, but I resort to kicking myself mentally. Good response, Mia.
When a deep laugh rumbles from his chest, I swoon. His green eyes sparkle in mirth, just the way they used to when we were cuddling and watching a funny movie.
"You're as adorable as ever," he says with a grin, pushing himself off the brick wall where he was leaning. He takes a few long strides towards me. It doesn't take him long given his long legs and tall height.
Then he's standing right in front of me. Approximately two feet away. Lucas. In the flesh.
I swallow as I notice his green-blue eyes slowly scanning me head to toe. When I meekly meet his gaze I almost gasp. His pupils have dilated and his stare has turned heated.
I can't help but admire how dashing Lucas looks in a suit. His brown curls are tousled in styled way, a few locks of hair curling over his forehead. The sharp line of his jaw could cut and apple in half. He had developed tiny little freckles across the bridge of his nose.
"You look good in red." His voice deepens.
"Y-you look good in a tux," I reply quietly, suddenly finding my fingers very interesting.
His long fingers reach over to cup my chin, tilting my head upwards to meet his heated stare. Blue meets green. Purpose meets surprise. Lust meets love.
"That's the first real compliment I've received all night," he says softly. With his fingers still culling my chin, he runs his thumb over the edge of my jaw. I shiver. And it's not from the cool breeze in the air.
"Nothing from your girlfriend?" I ask. I attempt not to sound bitter but I hear a hint of jealousy in my tone.
Lucas raises his eyebrows as realization seems to hit him. Then, he furrows his dark brows in thought. I gnaw on my lower lip, internally cursing myself for even bringing Sunni up.
"No," he replies simply. Im passiveness has settled over his expression and I struggle trying to read what's behind it. Love? Lust? Nonchalance? Or, dare I say, annoyance?
I feel my cheeks heat into a deep blush and cast my eyes towards the ground in embarrassment. I dig my fingernails into my hands as self hatred washes over me like a wave of pain.
"I'm sorry," I murmur. "I didn't mean to pry."
"Don't be sorry, Mee." Lucas takes a step closer and cups the side of my face, pulling my gaze back to his. His green eyes search my blues, trying to read my thoughts.
