❝ Why do I feel like I'm just a chapter in your book while you're my entire story? ❞
❝ Well, you're obviously wrong, because you're my entire novel, cover to cover. ❞
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A blank canvas. That's how my life was. Until she took my hand...
65. chapter sixty-five: my heart's soaked, and healed now. <3
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I reached forward and grabbed her left wrist with as gentle a hand as I could, but made sure to keep the grip firm. Knowing her, she might as well kick my foot and run away.
"Where will you go when it's pouring Meowths and Lilipups?" I asked in a throaty whisper, my vocal cords parched for water.
"I'd be anywhere but here." Her tone was cold, but I pressed forward, slowly tightening my clasp around her hand. My mind formed a suitable sentence as a reply.
"Well, I was under the impression that you wanted an Adrien Agreste. Pardon me for reading your letters carefully."
"Y-you read them?" she stammered, still not looking my way.
"Wasn't that the reason why you write them daily and put them in here?" I chuckled when she shook her head violently in embarrassment or denial—I had no idea. "Don't worry. They weren't half as cringe as the ones I wrote to...let's say, the girl I like."
When she didn't respond, I continued. Part of me wondered if I should just let go, but… what if I never meet her again?
"Earth to Butterhead?" The girl flinched and gave a violent tug of her wrist, but my grip did not budge. It only burned warm where our skins touched, and I wondered if she felt the same.
"Let me go!"
"But why?"
"Because I'm ugly as hell, cringe as heck, and a freaking stalker!" she cried out, her voice wavering with every negative adjective she spoke. I felt overwhelmed by a strange mix of emotions: disbelief, anger, insecurity, sympathy, and…adoration.
"Serena, it truly kills me how your mind can make you feel so ugly when you are beautiful inside and out."
"What would you want to do with me...?" she whispered, trying again to shake me off. The only response I gave was letting her go despite my mind protesting.
I didn't know what to tell her; I had forgotten my grammar too, but I just opened my mouth and felt the words roll off my tongue as if I had been preparing for this moment so long. "I want to return your favor. I want to let my walls come down, around you alone, Serena."
There was a pregnant pause. "I thought…you liked a girl."
"I do. Tell me, Butterhead, would I ever be lucky enough to see your true face?"
She shook her head, and I mentally went through a wide list of possibilities to tackle the situation. However, my mouth had other plans.
"Perhaps, once before you go, am I allowed to hug you?"
Her response was negative again. I can't give up on her. Not yet!
"Are you even listening to me, Serena?" I blurted out, emphasizing her name loudly. She flinched in response and began shivering.
