We ate together.
"Hey about your confession" My heart dropped.
"Why?" Why did you bring that up?
"Why? Is there something wrong?" That concerned look on your face actually made me relief.
"No, no there isn't"
"Oh, then my answer would be" I looked at you- "I like you" and you looked at me.
It was like my brain couldn't think.
YOU ARE READING
Run
Short Story"Run. That was the first thing that came to my mind after my stupid confession." In which a broken girl finds herself running after confessing her love.
