"Minn." His voice was quiet, soft, and nervous.
I looked up at him. He was tall. When did he get so tall...? "What?"
"I, um, like you..." he trailed off.
My heart pounded hard in my head. I didn't say anything.
He looked at me. He seemed so uncomfortable that I was almost amused. "Um. So."
"So...?"
His shoulders sagged. "So... are you going to reply?"
"You didn't really ask a question. I didn't know how to answer."
He swallowed. "Do you... like me?"
I looked at him. "I thought it was obvious," I said quietly, my voice a bit shaky. "Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Don't make me say it..."
"I need you too say it... It's only fair."
I closed my eyes. "I... I like..." My voice trailed off.
"Come on," Maven said.
I opened my eyes. "What?"
He pulled me into a hug. Not too tight, but rather loose, as if he were also uncertain. My forehead rested on his warmth chest.
"Can you say it now?" he asked. "I'm not looking at you."
I was surprised. He knew I disliked being looked at, being the center of attention. I opened my mouth.
"I... I like you." My voice got awfully quiet at the end.
His arms tightened a bit. "Thank you. I'm so happy."
My eyes widened.
I wished with everything in me that this weren't just a dream.
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The Things I Won't Ever Say to You
Ngẫu nhiênThis story starts with a love poem. Minn Wang is a girl from the island country Taiwan, which always seemed to be referred to as a part of China. Coming to America for the second long stay, this time possibly for the rest of her life, Minn goes to s...
