𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃

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Song:
loveeeeeee song x no one else- chris brown and rihanna (tiktok version)

ANGEL

I reach out, my fingers wrapping gently but firmly around her wrist, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my touch. Before she can pull away, my hand slides down to entwine with hers, my fingers fitting between hers as if they were meant to be there.

I give a gentle tug, halting her in her tracks, the tension between us thick in the air. "Lenny, wait," I murmur, my voice low and filled with a quiet plea, hoping she'll hear the emotion behind the words that I can't fully express.

"I don't want to talk about it, leave me alone." Pulling her hand away from mine, she moves to open her car door.

A frown spreads across my expression. I wasn't going to force her to talk about it. I knew how it felt. "There's something I need to tell you," I explain to her, hoping that it'll catch her attention and stop her from driving off.

Leena whirls around to face me, her eyes flashing with a mix of frustration and exhaustion.

Her lips press into a tight line before she finally speaks, her voice sharp and edged with impatience. "What is it, Angel?" she asks, the weight of her exasperation heavy in her tone. Her expression is guarded, a wall of weariness and hurt that I can almost feel pressing between us, making the space we share feel colder, more distant.

I sigh. "Can we talk somewhere else, please?" I didn't want to have this conversation at a cemetery.

I couldn't keep the truth from her any longer. The weight of my silence had grown too heavy, pressing down on me with every moment that passed.

It gnawed at my conscience, a constant reminder of how far I had let things spiral out of control. I couldn't lie to her anymore-not when the lies had already built a wall between us, a distance I no longer wanted to exist. The truth was burning inside me, desperate to be set free, and I knew that no matter how much it hurt, she deserved to hear it.

She exhales deeply, the sound of it filled with a mix of frustration and resignation, before reaching for the door.

With a slight hesitation, she pulls it open, stepping into the car with a sense of finality. Her actions speak louder than words, and I take it as her silent agreement, the unspoken confirmation I was waiting for.

Without another moment's hesitation, I make my way to the other side of the car, my steps purposeful as I open the door and slide into the seat beside her, feeling the weight of the silence settle around us.

"You know," she begins, her voice sharp with frustration, "I'm really sick of this, Angel. You told me to stop running after you, yet here you are, doing the exact opposite."

She shakes her head, her grip tightening on the steering wheel, as if trying to contain the storm of emotions swirling inside her. With a sigh of exasperation, she starts the car, the engine rumbling to life.

As she shifts into reverse, the tires squeal slightly against the pavement, and she begins backing up, her eyes focused ahead. Slowly, she drives down the road, her movements deliberate but tense, leaving behind the silence that had hung between us moments before.

The tension in the car is palpable, and I can feel the weight of her words pressing down on the both of us, making everything feel heavier.

It was true. Everything she said was absolutely true. But that wouldn't happen again. I'd make sure of it.

The car ride stretches on, the silence between us growing thick and uncomfortable, neither of us willing to say anything to break the quiet. The atmosphere feels heavy, as if the words we both want to say are tangled somewhere deep inside, but neither of us can find the courage to voice them.