The Woman in Between: A Tale of Love, Heartache, and Second Chances

61. What's going on?

(Also I'm planning on starting my music career... I wrote original songs originally made by me of course... Because writing stories, writing songs, painting /drawing, video/photo editing, filmmaking, playing instruments, mostly about art... It's my passion... I don't know if I should pursue it or not. But my heart wants to follow my passion. It's not my passion to work in offices or companies... My passion is to create and make art...)

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Y'all...

GUYS I'M IN COLLEGE NOW, I'M BUSY SORRY 😭😭

Btw, don't judge my writing... I'm still 17. 1st year college. Turning 18 on October 7.

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Heyyy!

Dear readers, I'm kinda BUSY with School so I hope you'll understand.

Don't worry because I won't abandon this story.

I will publish chapters later than expected because of my schoolworks.

Don't forget to drink water and eat foods (limit junk foods, eat more healthy foods 😉).

I suggest you to play songs while reading so you can feel the story more..

You can play "I See Red" by Everybody Loves an Outlaw while reading this. Thank You! 🫶🏻

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Y/N's POV:

"W- What?" I ask in confusion

"I didn't know you looked this hot in the morning."she tells me with a smirk

Ok I'm panicking.

My breathing is uneven.

She keeps staring at me!

I then grab a pillow and cover myself with it and she chuckles.

"Stop staring at me." I mumble and she walks towards me

"Here, I got you these... And it matches your underwear." She tells me as she hands me a bouquet of red roses.

"You came all the way here to just give me these? Why?" I ask her without meeting her gaze

"Because I want to." She replies

"Why?" I tell her as I stand up and smell the roses whilst smiling as I place it on the coffee table

"Because I love you." She tells me and I blush

"Coffee? Yeah I'll go make us coffee." I tell as I walk towards the kitchen but she grabs my wrist and spins me around to face her

"Not so fast baby." She tells me and I breathe unevenly

"You..." She tells me as her free hand slithers on the curve of my bare waist