She looked at her watch—eleven in the evening. Just on time.
She peeked at the window where he worked, and he saw him working with tons of reports on his table. With a cup of coffee in her hand, she sat patiently and waited outside.
But then he saw her, left his reports, and went to her.
"Love, sorry. We have a lot of work," he said and held her hand. "Could you wait awhile?"
"Of course," she replied, putting her coffee on the table, and hugged him. "Here's your recharge."
She kissed him on his lips and then wished him luck with his reports. Thinking how he left his work for her, even for a little time, made her smile.
But just as she thought he had already left, she felt a tender brush on her cheek and heard him whisper on her ear, "I love you."
She sent him off, smiling, thinking what she had done to deserve that kind of love.
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Tales of a Girl
Short StoryAt night, she pulls her blanket to herself, takes her pen, and remembers every detail in her life. She had a lot to write about her regrets of the past, her doubts of the present, and her worries for her future. She did not want to think, but she st...
