"Everything about those months..." I whispered, slowly, as if to question where my own words were going. If I didn't know what words my lips were forming, this boy who stood before me sure as hell wouldn't know any better.
"Those were the best four months of my life. But you know what I hated?"
He didn't mutter a word. Instead, his eyes studied my face and I knew he was waiting until I opened my lips again - his left foot was starting to tap the ground we stood on, he always did that when he was anxious. My eyes trailed off to everything else but him, for some reason, I couldn't look at him anymore, not the way I used to.
"I hated how you held my hand every time you got the chance. I hated it."
"What?" Finally he spoke. I just needed one word to get me to where I was at that very moment.
"And now I know I can't feel them anymore. And I hate that even more."
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Hands
RomanceA story from A-Z about a girl who felt and a boy who didn't. This was more than just a love story gone wrong for Amelia, this was the story of how she chose wrong.
