I was walking along the side of the road later that day, choosing to get home on my own rather than get in a car with him.
His car breezed past me and then skidded to a halt, waiting for me to catch up.
I continued to stride past, not even looking at him. He drove slowly next to me with the window down, leaning over the passenger seat to talk to me. His beautiful eyes alternated between watching the road and watching me. He kept asking if I was okay, pleading with me, Ellie would you please get in the car?
I replied with four words.
Is it safe, Ryan?
I kept walking without eye contact, hiding behind my hair so he couldn't see the tears crystallizing on my cheeks.
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He Is, He Isn't
RomanceThe first day I met him we established three things: our names, my intelligence, and his stupidity. Only one thing remains the same. My name is still Ellie, and his is still Ryan. _____ A poetic story of love, heartbreak and laughter, and all the e...
