"You said you love me? Then beg for it. Beg for my love. Show me-prove it again and again until I say yes."
Beatrix is a girl of few words, someone who keeps her emotions locked away, unwilling to let anyone close. After experiencing deep trust issu...
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Beatrix :
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The soft glow of my phone illuminated the dark room as I stirred awake. I squinted at the screen, the words from Ethan catching my eye before I'd fully shaken off the remnants of sleep.
"I'm not going to attend classes," his message read, simple and direct. The words settled in my mind before I had a chance to fully process them. Before I could even form a question, another message came through, almost as if he anticipated my hesitation. "But I'm gonna pick you up from college... We're going on a date..." A laughing emoji followed, as if to soften the words, to make it feel lighthearted.
A date. I whispered it under my breath, feeling a strange mix of excitement and trepidation.
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As I stepped out of the college building, I couldn't help but notice something odd: my legs were moving faster than usual, almost as if they had a mind of their own. There was no denying it—I was excited for the date. I could feel it in the quickening of my steps, the flutter of anticipation that took root deep in my chest. Despite the quiet voice in the back of my mind urging me to dismiss it, to tell myself it was all a waste of time, but I had made a decision to live in the present, to cast aside the doubts and embrace the moment, no matter how brief it might be.
So, I walked on.
And beneath it all, there was a sense of sinking—a feeling of stepping into uncharted waters, unsure if I was ready for the depths I might find.
My eyes scanned the crowd as I neared the curb, instinctively seeking him out among the sea of faces. Then, amidst the flow of people, I saw him. There he was, across the street, standing with that familiar, unmistakable grin. His hand was raised in a casual wave, and his smile gleamed with that same warmth and energy that always seemed to make everything feel lighter.
He was waiting for me.
I stood on the opposite side of the street, frozen for a moment, and before I could move my legs, Ethan had already crossed the busy road, his steps confident and quick, until he was standing right in front of me.
"Hey," he greeted, his voice light and easy, just like always.
I blinked, still processing the rush of movement. "Why did you cross the road? Your car's still over there." I gestured toward the vehicle he had left behind on the other side.
He glanced back at it, a sheepish smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Oops," he muttered, almost to himself.
"I was so excited, I didn't think so. Just ran straight for you," he said, his words dripping with that familiar, carefree charm.
