𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐒 𝐄 𝐕 𝐄 𝐍 𝐓 𝐄 𝐄 𝐍

Lowen

Ms. González made me some chicken soup which was delicious, I almost asked her for a second bowl.

I have already showered in her guest bathroom, she gave me one of her grey baggy sweatpants that's comfortable as hell, and an oversized hoodie.

Now I'm in her living room, feeling awkward as she stare intently at me. She makes me nervous when she just stare at me and doesn't say anything.

"What were you doing on that side of the city, Lowen, and at midnight at that?" She asked me, and I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"I came from a party." I signed to her and she shook her head. "I know that, but what were you doing alone, by yourself, if it wasn't for me that founded you on that street, you could've been killed." She said sternly, I could see that she is really worried and stress about this whole situation.

I sigh and run my hand through my hair. "I'm sorry." I signed to her.

"Wasn't there someone that could've taken you home?" She questioned me further.

"Yes, but they were occupied with their own things." I signed with a shrug.

She nods, but lets out a heavy breath. "I was chased by a man, I luckily out run him but then I thought he came back for me with his car but it was you all along." I signed to her, I decided to tell her the whole truth since it's only fair.

Her eyes softened when I explained to her what happened. "I'm sorry I gave you a scare, but promise me to never go to that side of the city ever again." She said, her voice slightly shaky and I nodded my head with a small smile.

"I promise." I signed.

She sighed and nodded before biting her lower lip, looking in thought.

I wish I could be in her arms again, where I felt safe from everything, from my problems, my stress at home, my mother, Carlos.

But as the days go by, my feelings are growing stronger for this woman, and I don't know how long I could hold on before I do something stupid and reckless.

But I would catch her staring at me too sometimes, her admiring me from afar, at first I thought I was hallucinating, but then my suspicions were confirmed when Henry pointed it out to me the other day.

But I know she would never return my feelings that I feel for her.

Every time I see her, my heart races, and I can't help but feel a warmth spread through me. It's a connection that's undeniable, but it's wrapped in layers of secrecy and unspoken rules. I find myself stealing glances, trying to memorize every detail the way she laughs, the light in her eyes, the kindness in her voice.

But with each stolen moment, a knot forms in my stomach. I know that what I feel is forbidden, a spark that's not meant to ignite. There are whispers of consequences, of shattered trust and broken bonds, echoing in the back of my mind. I tell myself to keep my distance, to bury these feelings deep down, but the heart has a way of rebelling against reason.

In quiet moments, I wonder what it would be like if we could just be ourselves, free from judgment and expectations. There's a longing that pulls at me, a desire to reach out and bridge the gap between us. But I hesitate, knowing that crossing that line could change everything—possibly even destroy what we already have. So, I hold back, trapped in this bittersweet limbo of affection and restraint.

"Do you feel better?" She asked me and I snapped out of gaze and gave her a look. "Yes, thank you, the soup was delicious by the way." I signed to her with a grin and she lets out a little laugh.

"I'm glad to hear, it's a family recipe." She said with a smile, a genuine smile, and it's beautiful.

"Maybe I should lend it sometimes." I signed to her with a teasing smile.

She raised a brow, clearly amused. "If I tell you, I'll have to kill you." I rolled my eyes playfully.

After a moment she sighed and slapped her hands on her knees.

"Now let's get you home."

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~ R