I open my eyes. I back in my room only the floor and ceiling is black again, and all but one wall is pink. The white wall has a door on it, it's same door but there is pictures on it this time and my name written in a twelve years old writing. The pictures were of Eli the day I met her. The first time I looked at George the day we got a lift from him and he said yes to me staying over. I looked at some other photos. There was Benjamin, Aiden, Ethan, my mom and dad and 1 more of George the day I had randomly touched his stomach in the kitchen. I tried to reach the door again to look closer at the pictures. It was closer than before but I still couldn't get to it. I ran, and I ran. Never reaching it. Something was holding me back; it felt like it was dragging me away. At one point it felt like I was being pulled back, hard, then falling, falling, falling.
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You know the feeling when you wake up with an epileptic twitch because you fall in a realistic dream so the fall feels real you hit the ground and BAM you wake up. I heard once that it's because your soul shortly leaves your body, and your angel puts your soul back. Except I couldn't do the full epileptic twitch because a pair of strong-arms holding me. I turned around and saw George was the owner of the arms holding me. He looked so relaxed, he kind of reminds me of a sweet innocent child. I tried to look at the clock somehow, three AM. I rolled back into my first position. My back against his warm chest. That's when it hit me. He wasn't wearing a shirt. I snuggled closer to him feeling nothing wrong in my actions. His arms tightened around me instinctively.
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The sun hits my face as I wake up once again. I feel colder than when I woke up in the middle of the night. I looked at where I found George last night but he was nowhere to be found. I rose from the bed wanting to find him when my stomach growled. I decided to wrap myself in his duvet. Walking to the kitchen something smelled very good. I rounded the corner of the kitchen, and there he was. Loose pants hanging lowly on his hips. No shirt, not that I was complaining. ''Good morning. '' I managed to say with my rough morning voice. He turned and looked at me, when he saw me a smile grew on his face. ''good morning. I see you stole my duvet. '' He grinned looking back on the eggs he was currently cooking. I chuckled. '' well yeah, I felt cold. '' I sat down by the island admiring Georges as he cooked. However, that joy was soon over as he was done with the food and handed me a plate and leaning on the kitchen counter while eating his own plate of eggs showing off his tasty stomach. I ate slowly today too busy with looking at George. When we both were done eating the awkward silence fell upon us. I looked at the clock. It's Friday so we have to be at school at 10 AM it is currently 9 AM. ''you know you should really put on a shirt before we go to school. '' I looked at him, while feeling a small tug on the left corner of my mouth. I stood up walking to the dishwasher with my dirty plate and fork. '' Well maybe that would be for the best. '' He laughed. Oh dear god how I loved his Laugh. He was about to walk out the kitchen when I realized I still had his duvet. ''Wait! '' He stopped in his steps and looked back at me. I unwrapped myself from his duvet and gave it to him so he could bring it back so that I didn't have to.
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School went by in a blur. Eli wasn't there for lunch so I ended up eating with B. A. and E. I wondered if George would want to give me a lift home even though Eli wasn't here. I wondered about this for the rest of the day. School was hard since I missed a lot of it so I worked hard to get good notes and I had more classes then anyone on campus because of what I missed in high school and so on. When I was done with school, I walk out to the parking lot still wondering how I would get home. I looked around the almost empty parking lot. Some sport folks were standing around a car in the far corner of the parking lot. Some girls was walking towards them.
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The pressure of not knowing
RomanceLily was 12 when she got in an accident. Lily has been in a coma for six years. Nobody knows what happened to her, And she does not know either. She has lost practically all her memories. she remembers her childhood and that's about it. What will...