My loveless life

chapter 61-I see then what is liking to you

accepting the other blindly and wanting that person after a thousand years. Just like God loves us, he forgives our sins. No matter who messes up, he forgives. That's how love is—it makes you look like a fool. If you're not sure, you can do the reverse if you don't know where you stand. A crush takes like a couple of days to get over, like a couple of months, and love takes years and sometimes never. Wow, I said a lot," Abigail said, raising the bottle above her head and trying to empty it out. I looked the other way, and the day started there.

The evening

After a long printing session, I and the gang walked home; my back hurt, my legs felt numb, my neck felt stiff, and, of course, I was hungry. I don't know about the rest, but I kept redesigning my work to the teachers' liking; it was so exhausting. "Hmmm," I moaned, stretching my body while we entered the bus. It's going to be a long day.

At home
I passed through a set of glass doors and was pushed inside. Suddenly, I heard a blast of music and laughter. A gust of cold air busted my bear skin, and my mouth fell open a little. The light in the room twinkled all around the dark spaces, which made the inside beautiful.

"Is it light out? I can't see anything," I shouted, only to hear a deep, hoarse voice coming from behind. "Hey," the man said, feeling relaxed but nervous. Images of what happened flashed between my eyes. After taking a minute to recognize the voice, I felt a sense of relief, but my arms were wrapped around my waist. "Let me know if it makes you uncomfortable," he murmured into my ear as he sneezed my hips. I felt a shiver go down my spine, and I took a deep breath. His hands were all uncomfortable, and I guess he couldn't see, even with the dim setting. With a bit of adjusting this grip here and there, I made my calculations, and I took this opportunity to run for my life as if it depended on it.

"My parents didn't really mind since they already knew about us; it was a hell of a run, and sometimes I wish they were strict so I could actually run away from this." I thought I was stumbling on the floor when a big hand caught me. "Got you," he said calmly. "Good heavens, thank God, you are strong," I said sarcastically, roiling my eyes. "Look, I'm sorry," he apologizes, placing me upright. "Sorry about what?" I asked, darting myself off.
"I'm sorry about what happened; what happened just happened," he ended, earning a stare from me. "He is not even sorry about it," I thought, moving away. "Okay, look, I've been messing around with 1okay, 2 okay, 5 girls; it's just satisfaction. He said he was now feeling frustrated. which made me puck.
"Blaha. "I pretended to be vomiting. "His ass is just sorry for being caught; I'm sure he has screwed more than five too. What did I get myself into?" I thought. Come here, command, as I'd like us to both wear his uniform. I shook my head and made a move to run to my room, only to be carried on his shoulder. I walked to the balcony, ignoring my whining and screaming. Placing me down, he crunched down my level, holding my cheeks. "I always want you, day and night. I don't know; I'm always looking for when and where to see you, but I still believe my love is with you and yours with me, especially when I'm lonely. I really do love Bene, something I've always been afraid to tell you. I signed this so-called love confession. I guess this ends up on my end. I thanked him, and we talked it out, and I walked to go and sleep. Feeling a sense of insecurity dancing in my heart, I hid them in the corner and concentrated on something else. "I've got assignments to continue tomorrow, and nobody will do them for me," I murmured, still hurt as well as confused. There's nothing wrong with having to feel sorry, but the only question is, "Is he really sorry or nah?" I murmured, "remembering talking to Cynthia's boyfriend when he introduced me to a guy in Franca's class; he was cool and sweet and totally my type, but I'm dating guys and adding him won't be bad," I thought, feeling good about myself.

So, Benedicta went to sleep feeling bright and jolly, for she had found another guy to entertain her.

Laughing, talking, and flirting were all he and I got into. We met before I went to school; we were going so I could finish this practical and enjoy it in peace. So, I did exactly that and went on more dates, forgetting to make time for the others.

Victoria Pov
Looking left and right, I felt bored. I got nothing done. No boys, no friends, only my bed. I looked down and hugged my pillow. I've got a problem.