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"I think I may be in love.."
The words formed on the old pages of my worn out journal before I could even think them. Leaning against my plush pillows, I sat on my bed and jotted down my thoughts like I always did.
I had one ear bud in my ear, the other dangling by my waist as I listened to both, my music and the rain falling outside. My window was open, the curtains pulled back as the cool breeze blew against the bare skin of my arms and the fresh smell of rain drifted in. Oh how that smell reminded me of him..
I took a deep breath of it, holding on to that scent, holding on to him.
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"Do you think we can make it?" I asked, looking through the cracks of the wood that still boarded up the windows. I rested in the arch of the grand abandoned building and wondered whom could lack the wisdom to leave such a beautifully imperfect place? Bright green moss scattered the walls, flowers emerging from cracks that had formed over the years. The building had a soul, one that was stoic and sober, as if patience was easy for it's pillars of rock.
He chuckled, jumping down from the half eroded stair case and glanced at the dark clouds that now engulfed the once blue sky. Thunder rumbled loudly, and I could feel the vibration underneath my feet. A storm was definitely coming.
"You know we can, Bells." He smirked as he walked over to me, shrugging his shoulders so nonchalantly. So typical.
I rolled my eyes at his unwavering confidence as he grabbed my hand and yanked me towards the door.
As we reached the entrance, another loud rumble of thunder shook us and a crack of lightning illuminated the sky in the distance, not too far from where we were.
"Are you sure?" I asked, "Because those clouds are pretty dark."
"Trust me," he laughed once more, "We'll make it to the car without a single drop of rain." He smiled, a sly smile like the know-it-all he was and for a second I trusted him.
He gripped my hand a little tighter, pushing open the heavy, creaking metal door as we started to run. Our feet hit the rough pavement below us and just as the next crash of thunder rumbled the ground, I felt it.
The rain.
I squealed as the cold droplets poured down onto us like tiny, sparkling champagne bubbles hitting our skin. Our ears were filled with the sound of drumming as the rain fell hard and persistent and he stopped suddenly in front of me. Turning around, his eyes squinted through the misty shower. Our mouths were wide open, the saltiness of the earth's tears hitting our tongues.
We both stared at each other blankly and then he bursted into laughter. His loud, howling laugh caught me off guard but it was so contagious. I couldn't help but laugh with him and soon we were both in a puddle on the wet cement convulsing, gasping for air and grabbing our bellies as they ached in the best kind of pain.
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Oh how I missed that side of him. He had always been so carefree, reckless at times and pushing me to do things I normally wouldn't dream of doing. He still was reckless, but more often than not now he had become so overly cautious and kept me out of it. That started recently, though he was only ever like that with me, since both of my parents had passed away. He always made sure I wore a seatbelt, checked twice before crossing any roads. His eyes were always on me, making sure I was okay every second.
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Why Can't It Be Me?
Romantizm"Constantly, consistently, continually, you." - perry poetry You have to be careful with secrets. Sometimes you think things are best kept unsaid, until it feels so heavy that it won't let you sleep at night. For Bella Stone, her secret wasn't that...
