the Stranger next door

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« To the beat of the rhythm of the night
Dance until the morning light
Forget about the worries on your mind
You can leave them all behind »
Shaking your hips for the third hour in a row you felt the terrible headache and something strange in your throat. Oh, no! You exclaimed. Sorry, Amanda, I'll be back soon. You went to the toilet. It was ghastly inside. The barfing was everywhere and it stank terrible. But you had no choice because you felt dizzy and something suddenly shrank inside so in a second vomiting got out of you. You felt really bad, your eyes went dark. You threw up a few more times than you sat down exhausted.
Do you need any help? You heard a voice from the next booth.
Actually, that's the woman's bathroom, you  said but help will not be superfluous.
Well, come on, open the door. the stranger said.
You let him in but you didn't see him because you threw up again.  Normally you'd be worried that instead of saying « hello » you're puke. But you felt so sick, so you cared only about your shirt, it had very few chances to stay clean.
The guy was holding your hair. You were very grateful to him. When you raised your head you saw a very cute young man with curly dark hair, deep and beautiful eyes and exquisite smile.

Of course you didn't know him, he was just a stranger, but something moved in your heart and you understood that you can trust him

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Of course you didn't know him, he was just a stranger, but something moved in your heart and you understood that you can trust him. He seemed kind and carrying. So, you sat down again and leaned against the wall of the booth.
The stranger sat in front of you.

The stranger sat in front of you

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You started talking.
-What's your name? he asked.
-Y/n. What's yours?
-Michael. Now I've got a terrible stomachache. I drank over and felt sick, suppose that you too.
- Yeah... this headache is killing me! 
You talked for 20 minutes.
-Can I walk you home? He finally asked.
- Sure.
You went out. It was windy and dark. You were silent. Than you got chills. He noticed that. He gave you his leather jacket. It was worm and smelled sooooo good. You'd prefer to stay in it forever. But you walked up to your house, so you gave it him back and walked in. You were very tired but you smiled anyway remembering this wonderful moment.

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 28, 2022 ⏰

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