delves into the tumultuous world of the protagonist, whose seemingly idyllic life is shattered by the sudden arrival of a mysterious letter from her past. As she grapples with the venomous words penned by her old acquaintance, Hafsa, the protagonist...
I finished eating the Pancakes Mohammed made for me then...
Before I knew it, I found myself picking up my phone to text Diego. there was something different about him..the way he spoke to me the way he would use words to sway me and make me feel special...
Every message from him was a small thrill, a secret smile, a gentle reassurance that someone out there cared in a way that was uniquely comforting and intoxicating.
I was absentmindedly playing with my brown curly hair, each twist around my finger a soothing rhythm as I spun slowly on my black sneakers. The repetitive motion grounded me, giving me a moment of calm in the midst of my scattered thoughts. Just as I started to lose myself in the gentle whirl, my phone buzzed in my pocket, jolting me back to reality. I glanced at the screen and felt a flutter of excitement—it was Diego calling.
i picked up.
His voice oozed with masculinity and a confident warmth, each word resonating with a rich, deep timbre that wrapped around me like a warm embrace. He was like a blanket shielding me from the isolation that Mohammed made me fall victim to with his departure.
"Hey," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Hey..what are you up to'' he replied and i could hear the warmth in his voice , he was smiling.
"Not much," I said, twirling a curl around my finger. "Just thinking about you, actually."
"Oh really?" he teased, a playful edge in his voice. "What kind of thoughts?"
"The good kind," I laughed. "You always know how to make my day better."
"Well, I do have my ways," he said, a sly grin audible in his tone. "Want to make it even better?"
"What do you have in mind?" I asked, already intrigued.
"Why don't you come over?" he suggested. "I've got a surprise for you. Promise it'll be worth it."
I hesitated for a moment, feeling the familiar thrill of his unpredictability.
"A surprise, huh...what are you on"?
part of me wondered why I was continuing this conversation and why I sought something more than what I had in front of me...maybe because there was always a neverending ache about feeling like I was never an option...maybe it was my insecurities of never feeling like I was enough but was I using diego as an excuse? for Mohammed's past poor judgment when he chose Hafsa instead of looking at what was right in front of him..when all I wanted was for him to need me back he looked the other way..and now that he's looking right at me it's like...it's like he's seeing me for the first time. Like I'm finally worth noticing, worth fighting for...
And I'm supposed to settle for that?
the huskiness of his voice interrupted my thoughts.
''Come over and you'll find out'' he says in a seductive tone
my breath hitches in my throat..
this wasn't right..
what was i doing?
i knew it wasn't right so why did i say...
''Yeah ill see you there''
As I hung up, a mix of excitement and apprehension flooded over me. I knew I was treading into dangerous territory, playing with fire that could easily consume me. But in that moment, the allure of the unknown was too powerful to resist.
i hurried upstairs Slipping - into the dress, I felt its fabric envelop me in a snug embrace, accentuating every curve. Paired with my favorite black heels, my heels clicking confidently against the hardwood floor.
Before leaving, I grabbed my go-to bag, its simplicity complementing the elegance of my attire. As I glanced at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence.
Someone I didn't recognize but somehow knew all too well...
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