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Me and Connor sighed at the same time.
"That was a great video guys." JC said.
I nodded and checked my phone.
*we have to talk.* that was what I read.
It was from Brooklyn. I was quite worried and scared.
I had no idea what was he wanted to talk about. I was so afraid of losing him.
I came out of Kian's house after I said goodbye to them all.
I walked down the street, breathing slowly and thinking about Brooklyn.
I reached his house and knocked the door.
Victoria opened up the door and I smiled widely.
"Emily! How are you gorgeous? Come in!" Victoria said as we were hugging each other.
"Thank you so much. Where's brook?" I said.
She pointed to the room upstairs and I went straight in front of his room.
I knocked and slowly opened the door. He was staring at the ceiling , not even looking at me.
I crawled to his bed and placed my head on his chest.
Then, he put his hand on mine while he pecked on my forehead.
"What happened?" I whispered.
He didn't answer. He just glared at me and stared back at the ceiling.
He wrapped his hands around my waist, then kissed my earlobe and jawline.
I loved the way he made me feel.
I turned to his face. His arms where still around my waist.
I cupped his face with my hands and stared into his shiny chocolate eyes.
He pressed his forehead on mine and we both closed our eyes.
He held me tighter and pressed my body to his.
"I'm sorry." He whispered.
I opened my eyes slowly and stared at him.
"What? What do you mean?" I whispered back.
Then I realized he fell asleep & was sleeping peacefully.
I was confused...
Why did he apologize?
Why did he mean by that?I left the questions and closed my eyes.
I decided to ask him when he wakes up.
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