Fynn's POV
As I stood on my balcony window to make sure her cab had left, I realized one thing. I really liked her. I was tired of fighting my own feelings. I was tired of pretending that she did not matter.
When she was in my apartment, it became homely. I wanted domestic intimacy with her; I wanted to rub her feet while she watched TV; I wanted to hug her from behind while she cooked; I wanted to clean the dishes later; I wanted to wake up next to her every morning; and I wanted her to be the last person I saw before sleeping. I craved this so much. A small touch at the crook of her back. I wanted to untie her hair when it was up in a bun. I wanted her to rest her head on my chest. I wanted to peck her forehead and count her eyelashes as she slept. I have never felt this calm before, and there's a huge chance she might just slap my face and report me to someone if I ever tell her how intensely I feel for her.
Yet, I cannot keep this to myself. I want her to know that even if she does not reciprocate my feelings, she deserves to know that there is someone out there who feels so strongly for her. It's her right.
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Fate
RomanceShe was the light that burnt , to keep everyone around her warm . He was a boy with a heart full of void and the only warmth around him was the fire she instilled. The story is going to be a short one and I plan to publish all the chapters together...
