“Do you know why I don't make eye contact with you often?” I asked him.
“No,why?” He asked.
“Every time I look at you I feel this unknown danger rise from my stomach to my throat. It makes my cheeks flush and my throat scratchy. It makes my stomach turn and my hands clammy. Eye contact is a dangerous thing for a girl like me. All these feelings I feel when I look into your eyes scare me. All of it scars the hell out of me.”
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Unsaid Feelings
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