Abandoned Love

Chapter 20

Dedicated to @ShamikaMoraes thanks for supporting ths story.. I will make this a lot better. Thanks for giving comments, and Im sure that your stories would also be great.. HIHI ^_^ Suggestion, if you want cute and lovely stories, read this one made by me: WALANG FOREVER. The only prob is that this story is written in filipino.. But its kinda good for me, hihi.. THANKS SO MUSH BAEEE
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CLAIRE

I would love to dance with Bernie. I would love to hug him, say the things I want and especially, admit that I like him. He's the guy who never left me. The guy who is always there, even though accidents came through while he's with me. He dont care. And of course, I know that he treats me..

Special, fragile...

I can feel it. But I dont want to be a feeler that he likes me too. Because almost all the girls just love him. How can I fight those shitty girls? I know I cant, because they are like Bernie's type.

This time, Im still not answering his question. Im just staring at his perfect face. His shape of face, his fair skin, his pointed nose, his dimples, his emotional eyes, and especially, his red, kissable and pouty lips.

ugh.

He's fucking handsome, I want to kiss him...

HUH?

Wait, that was wrong.

WHAT WAS I THINKING?!?!?!

I shook my head and close my eyes to erase the things that I am apparently IMAGINING.

"Is there something wrong?"

Bernie asked and touched me softly on my cheeks.

I felt a big BOOM in my heart.

AT LAST.

After a few weeks, I felt his warm and soft hand once again.

I missed this.

Actually, I dont really want to talk because I want to treasure this moment.

But I need to because I think that he was starting to think that I was weird.

DONT.

PLEASE DONT, MY BERNIE.

"Huh? Uhhh, no... I-Im just... ugh.. Nothing"

Bitch Claire. Why would I think that he could probably kiss me?

RETARDED GIRL.

Shit I started to imagine things whenever Im with him.

~When your legs dont work
like they used to before~

Shit, Ed Sheeran started to sing.

We both look to the stage where people are dancing..

then, Bernie holded my hand and bowed down.

"Uhh, can I.... Can I d-dance with you?"

oh.... his question...

what? what will I answer?

No.

That must be my answer.

"Can you? I know that your ankle is still not on the position for you to dance with me.. and uhhh..."

Will I say that my feet also hurts?

And Im too shy to dance with him barefooted.

Yes, I was. Because I removed my stilletos.

And I cant sweep it off of your
feet~

"I know your feet hurts.... Im kinda stupid to ask you this, so Im sorry"