i didn't know how she will feel when she will see who i actually am. will she leave me? will she fake it all out? will she still stay when she will realize that i am the guy who did something to her that haunted her forever?
oh for fucks sake, keep it together, i thought to myself and pulled at my hair.
i've been waiting for her in the starbucks café already, sitting in the booth at the far end of the corner. i closed my eyes and tried to regain my breathing, she will probably go the other direction when she will see my face.
i heard the door opening and my head went straight to the door. she stood there, her raven hair tied back into a messy bun, her cheeks were rosy from the cold and a burberry scarf was tied loosely around her neck. she looked beautiful. all i wanted to tell her is a simple word that meant so much, a sorry.
her eyes met mine and a flash of recognition shone through her eyes. she just stood there, staring at me with her body completely frozen in shock.
i wasn't surprised at her reaction, she was staring at a monster who took her virginity.
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lol sorry ;)
i love y'all,
shah
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Historia Corta"i love you." "uh sorry, wrong number," [this story is unedited, read at your own sake]
