"What's wrong?"
I could feel his presence behind me.
He was close.
Too close."Alyssa.." he said my name.
"What?" I whispered.
I knew what he was doing.
He was trying to break down my walls.
He thought that if he could get me to tell him...
That everything would be fine.
I would go back to being happy again.
That i would smile endlessly.
Laugh non-stop.
I would never be sad again.But that's not how it works.
I turn around to face him and find him closer than I thought he was.
He was so close I could smell the faint hint of mint from his toothpaste.
He was staring at me.
Waiting for me to answer...
To give him the satisfaction.
But i wasn't going to.
I didn't know him well enough to even tell him my childhood fear...I knew he would laugh."Jesse...please...go back to what you were doing and forget that you saw me crying. Just go.." I wanted to yell at him for seeing me cry.
But I couldn't.
It wasn't his fault that I was crying."Alyssa you might as well just tell me. Because I will stay in this bathroom until you tell me. I don't care how many girls I scare when they come in here." He took another step towards me, and I took a step back.
"Why do you care??" I raised my voice.
I was trying not to cry again."Because I think you need me in your life..and you know it too."
He took my hand in his.He was right.
I did need him.
Even if I didn't know him very well.I looked up into his brown eyes.
Lord...please help me with this....because if he wants to stay in my life...then I'll let him.

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Teen FictionLord...please help me with this....because if he wants to stay in my life...then I'll let him 《×》《×》《×》《×》《×》《×》《×》《×》 Alyssa Logan. Nineteen, brown hair, blue eyed, and broken girl. Jesse Peterson. Twenty-one, Brown haired, brown eyed and troubled...