He walked towards me and stopped once he was a few feet away. "Mya." He whispered, not knowing if this was real. "Yes kian?" I asked a little bit annoyed, and he hasn't even done anything yet. But yet I couldn't move. I never thought I'd have to see his face ever again. Kian...
But DAMN! He got hot as fuck. He was wearing a jacket, but I imagine a lot of tattoos, he always used to talk about getting some when he was older. "It's been so long, like 4 years." He guessed. "3 and a half." I corrected him. "Well, I see that you've moved on." He awkwardly laughed. "Yeah..." If only you knew.
