Marla x y/n

Her

Y/n's POV
I was at the women's breast cancer support group, I go every Saturday.

Did I have breast cancer? No. But I still went because it made me feel something, sadness, sympathy, love... I don't know but it was something and that something was the only thing keeping me alive.

I was a faker. The only faker, everyone thought I had breast cancer or that I was a breast cancer survivor. I wasn't, I found that little bit of feel every time we did our hugging and crying circle. It was an addiction.
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I was at my usual every Saturday meeting just listening and feeling until everyone came. I saw a new woman walk in.

She had on a black fur coat and a cigarette in her hand. She was wearing a hat and big round glasses. "Is this breast cancer" she asked every nodded and she came in and found at seat at the far left of the room.

After the meeting was over we did our crying and hugging circle. I wanted to find out more about the new woman, so I went to find her.

I walked up to her "Hi, I'm Y/n, Y/n
Y/l/n" "Marla Singer" she held out her hand and I gladly took when I touched her I felt some spark light up in me I wasn't sure what it was I looked up at her confused and she did the same. Did she feel it too? She quickly took her hand away.

"Start" out councilor yelled out. Everyone started hugging there partners. Marla latched onto me. "So what brings you here" she asked "I just need to feel sometimes" I responded "why are you here" I asked back "Same" she looked up at me. I could feel something between us some sort of connection I couldn't quite put my tongue on. She felt the same.

We got lost in each other's eyes until a "let go" was yelled out signaling the meeting was over. We let go. "Here" Marla handed me a piece of paper. I looked at it, it was her number "call me tonight, I'll be waiting" she winked at me.
I felt butterfly's erupt in my stomach. "Alright" I said back. Then we went our separate ways.
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I practically ran home because I really wanted to talk to Marla again. I got to my apartment, walked in closed the door and went straight to the phone. I looked at the note again.
                    Marla Singer
                      555-013
I dialed the number and she instantly picked up. "Hello" she asked "hey it's
Y/n" "Y/n!!" She said excitedly "I've been waiting for your for your call" I just smiled "how about you come over we can have dinner together at my place" "I would love that Marla" I said sweetly "great, my address is hotel Bristol, west eighth street" "great I'm on my way" "see you soon baby" she hung up " that name gave me butterflies. I headed out the door to Hotel Bristol, West Eighth Street.

I will update soon! -R