A Little Twisted Romantic Story

Scene: Talk with Annie

The next day, Abro found Annie at school during lunch break. She was sitting alone under their usual tree, reading a book. Taking a deep breath, he walked over and settled down beside her.

"Annie," he began, his voice tinged with a mix of earnestness and admiration. "Mind if I join you?"

Annie looked up from her book, surprised but welcoming. "Oh, Abro! Please, sit."

Abro smiled softly, feeling a sense of calm wash over him in her presence. "I've been wanting to talk with you. Is now a good time?"

Annie nodded, setting her book aside with a gentle smile. "Of course, Abro. What's on your mind?"

Abro hesitated for a moment, his gaze softening as he looked at her. "I've been reflecting on us, on how much I've misunderstood."

Annie raised an eyebrow, curious yet attentive. "Go on."

"I used to think you kept people at arm's length," Abro admitted quietly, "but I realize now that I was mistaken. You have this warmth about you, Annie. Just being around you—it feels like everything's a little brighter. You have this way of making even the quietest moments feel comfortable."

Annie's smile grew warmer, touched by his words. "Thank you, Abro."

Abro nodded, feeling a sense of admiration bloom within him. "I care deeply about you, Annie. You're like a gentle breeze on a warm day, bringing a sense of peace wherever you go."

Annie's eyes softened, a gentle fondness evident in her expression. "I'm glad you see me that way. It means a lot."

They sat together in a comfortable silence, the gentle breeze carrying the faint scent of blossoms through the air.

As the lunch break began to wind down, Abro reached out, his hand finding hers softly. "Thank you for letting me be a part of your world, Annie. I want to earn your trust and be someone you can rely on."

Annie squeezed his hand warmly, a genuine smile spreading across her face. "You already are, Abro."

Abro's heart swelled with affection, realizing how deeply he cared for her. He couldn't hold back any longer. The intensity of his feelings had grown stronger with each passing day, and he needed to express them, to lay his heart bare.

"Annie," he began, his voice filled with urgency and vulnerability. "I've been trying to find the right moment to tell you this, but I can't wait any longer. I need to be honest with you."

Annie looked at him, curiosity mingled with a hint of apprehension in her eyes.

"Date me, Annie," Abro said, his voice trembling with emotion. "Date me already. We'll figure everything else out along the way."

Annie's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't pull her hand away. She looked at him, her expression a mix of curiosity and caution.

"I want to make you feel like you're on top of the world," Abro said, his voice trembling with emotion. "I want to be the one who lifts you up and makes all your dreams come true. I'll be your biggest supporter, your rock, and your safe place. I'll do everything I can to see you happy and fulfilled." His tone was a mix of playful and serious, trying to balance the intensity with a touch of lightness while conveying his deep sincerity.

Abro's demeanor subtly shifted. His eyes flickered with a restless eagerness, and his grip on her hand tightened ever so slightly, betraying the impatience simmering beneath his composed exterior. "Maybe I'm really being impatient," Abro admitted, his grip on her hand tightening slightly. "I'm being impatient, but I can't help it. Day after day, it gets harder to keep my distance. I hope it's not only me."

Slowly, he raised her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles with a sincerity that made his heart ache. "I've been falling down all this time," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "That's how I feel. Start falling for me already."

He looked into her eyes, his own filled with a mixture of fear and hope. "Annie, I love you. I'm scared sometimes, unsure of myself—a guy who's not always confident. I know I'm not perfect, and it's tough not to put myself down. But one thing's for sure: I'm crazy about you. Crazy enough to push myself to my limits, to break through them. You've become my anchor. In every challenge I face, every dream I chase—it's all with you in mind."

He took a deep breath, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "To most people, it might sound like a twisted kind of love. Maybe it is. But I don't care for their opinion. The only one I want to judge me is you."

Annie was silent, her eyes locked onto his. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in that moment. Abro's heart pounded in his chest, every second feeling like an eternity as he waited for her response.