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❝There they were, lost in the labyrinth of self-doubt, torn between temptation and truth, as the battle of feelings intensified.❞
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He held my hand firmly without a single word.
The whole crowd stared at me, watching the drama I caused with my stupidity-maybe I should have kept my distance from everyone, maybe I should have stayed away. These tears trickling down my frowning cheeks aren't going to solve any issue in my life. I should take my presence out of everyone's reach to escape this dread.
I didn't know when we reached his car. I didn't notice when he made me sit in the passenger seat, now buckling my seatbelt. I stared at his face-void of any emotions, absent of any conclusions. He just did what he needed to. A cut marked his cheek, his face looked worn-out, and my heart clenched. When he needed me, I ignored him, and now, when I need him, he's here, standing by my side, about to close the door.
We sat in silence, and it was killing me. I gulped nervously, my heart racing with complexities. I peeked at him as he rummaged through the compartment, cursing under his breath. His movements were aggressive and fast, his Adam's apple bobbing with each gulp, the leather jacket and messy hair combining into a look that was... malevolent.
I almost forgot to breathe when his eyes met mine, staring darkly, deeply, possessively-that's what I was afraid of, seeing the conflict and betrayal in his gaze. I hated how broken he looked.
Words stuck in my throat, but a hiss escaped my lips when a burning sensation shot through my skin. I looked down to see him dressing the wound that he didn't even cause.
His touch was gentle, careful, full of love. His grip was soft and caring, squeezing my heart with pain.
He covered it up with such tenderness, and it reminded me of the night I had dressed his wounds when he was injured.
But now... the feelings were different. We loved each other.
So why did he feel so far away?
I almost sobbed when he let go of my hands, the warmth slipping away. I glanced up at him, seeing his hooded eyes. I wanted to ask how he was, but the words wouldn't leave my throat.
