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He talked to me but I couldn't talk back. He said he was sorry and I couldn't tell him I forgive him.
I started with not talking for six hours at home, then four because that was his number.
Soon, I started doing everything in fours because it was comfortable.
Then the four hours of not talking turned to first four lessons at school.
Now I only talk when I go home.
I was sitting in the library. I had a free period before my last class.
I felt him before I saw him. He took the seat right next to me, not even pretending he was here to study.
"Talk to me," he says, his voice so broken and I frown.
"What's wrong?" I ask, turning to him, my eyes filled with worry.
His eyes light up and he pulls me in his arms, his head in the crook of my neck as he exhales in relief.
"I- you weren't talking," he mumbles.
"Yeah for the first four classes," I tell him. If I won't talk for the first four lessons, people would like me.
"May," he sighs, "please don't do that, just please," he pleads and the pain in his voice surprises me.
"But you wanted to be alone.." I remind him. He didn't want to be around me.
"No! God no, just don't leave me, even if I tell you to," I smile lightly, humming as I pat him four times and he pats me back.
"You changed your number," he says after some time, pulling back as his eyes meet mine.
"I wanted to be closer to you," I tell him as his lips curl upwards on the ends.
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Nouvelles[COMPLETE] After breathing six times, I turn to him. I place my hand on his shoulder and tap six times. He immediately turns around with hard eyes. "What do you want?" He ask forcefully. "What's wrong?" I plead. He's not like this. He helped me a...
