Outfits for this chapter
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I RECOMEND READING THIS CHAPTER WITH RAIN AND MUSIC-music when said to play- ( "EXTERNAL LINK" ON THE SIDE FOR RAINYMOOD), IT MAKES A HUGE DIFFERENCE IT PUT ME TO TEARS :P
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Marines POV
Dear Harry,
What happened earlier today is okay, and I don’t blame you for not taking it back, I think it just scared me that you where right. To be honest, I don’t really know what we are doing, but why do we have too. I guess it is okay not to know what is going to happen next sometimes. I just know that I would like to see you again too. So to answer your question.
Yes.
-Marine
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Dear Marine,
I don’t know what I am doing with you either, but I am just going ahead and fucking doing it, if that is okay with you. I want to take you somewhere, don’t tell anyone where you are going to be or who you are going to be with, no one can know. I will be at your house on Sunday at 11 am. Meet me downstairs. I am the 1966 Mercedes Benz 230SL.
-Harry
I got his letter on Saturday night. I loved the excited feelings I was getting from sneaking out with someone and not telling anyone of that someone. Right now, no one even thinks Harry and I are friends, just acquaintances, and I think we intended on keeping it that way. When no one knows you are seeing someone, then it just becomes between the two of you, it is not something people get involved in or judge. It is just you two, and I think that is nice.
The next morning I woke up the sound of rain thrumming on a window. The breeze was moist and it was the perfect weather to relax. I loved the rain; it was the only noise I enjoyed to hear while I read. I decided to read a chapter of my book in bed, the comfort of the ambience keeping me in covers.
I brushed my teeth then practiced my yoga. I then changed into boyfriend jeans and a grey short tank. I decided to plop on a loose knit cardigan for the cold. I carried my shoes in my hand down the stairs and to the kitchen, not wanting to be seen or heard, and my leather satchel around my shoulder. I make it to the kitchen where Chef Tom offers me breakfast, but I kindly decline because I was expecting to eat food later. I just grab an apple and grip it with my mouth as I slip my shoes on.
The rain starts to get louder by the time it was 11. I quietly exit my house, shutting the door softly and make my way to the lobby. I wish Sal a good morning and look out the window for a 1966 Mercedes Benz 230SL. It is parked almost on the other side of our apartment. Sal asks me if I needed a cab or an umbrella but I decline saying I had a ride and I could just run to the car. Which is exactly what I do.
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Fanfiction"one day you fall for this boy, and he touches you with his fingers.And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth.And it hurts when you look at him, and it hurts when you don't. And it feels like someone's cut you open with a jagged piece of glass...
