I woke up to "him" by my side. It looks like I fell asleep and he brought me back to his house and took care of me. I got up slowly from the bed trying not to wake him up.
But as the bed rustled, I saw his eyes fluttering open and he looked at me with his emerald green eyes, and the words I never would've thought was spoken to me by him. "Good morning", "Good morning" I replied as my face flushed red to the tip of my ear. "I'll go get you coffee" I said as I hurriedly walked away from the bedroom.
I saw him grinning and said thanks. As I was making him a cup of coffee he sat down behind the counter, waiting for the coffee. Soon, the coffee was done and I handed him his cup as I took a seat beside him.
We shared quite a few stories covering up the missing memories we missed by the years we were separated. How nice it is to feel this flower blooming feeling around me as I shared my experience.
We were enjoying our time still, not realizing that it's late at night and I need to go home. I told him that it's time for me to go, and took my things and tidied myself up. "Thank you for this day, I'm delighted to have been able to meet you again after all these years" I said as I began to open the door. I'm so happy to have his contact number now but at the same time
I'm disappointed that I had to leave. As my feet went through the door, he grabbed my hand and whispered ".....".
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The coffee shop
Ficção AdolescenteCan love be found in a coffee shop? a girl who wanted a cosmetic surgery to change herself , finding herself fallen in love , worried that the man he loves only goes for looks. follow the story as she struggles with her true self. this is a story b...