Ha eleven ;) xx
Anyway still on hold. Sort of. Had to write.
Back to the story
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Nye's POV
I was ready to explode. Who the fuck does that? I started to see red. I've only ever been this angry once before. Let me tell you that did not end nicely. But my inamorata is right here and somehow I manage to somewhat calm myself.
"Nye" tentatively Laura try's to call me back to reality. I suddenly feel lips on my own, soft as a feather, perfect and sweet. In that moment the weight of the world lifted of my shoulders and I gently, kiss my beautiful inamorata back.
Laura's POV
I gasp.
My inamorato.
Nye was my soul mate.
No.
What.
It's too late.
I felt the pull even before we kissed.
I felt the pull the day I left school.
I felt the pull the day I looked Nye in the eye and he told me me hated me.
And now I truly am falling for the boy who had my heart. Broke it. And is trying to fix.
And there's now nothing I can do about it.
It was amazing. It was sweet. It was beautiful. It was sincere.
Suddenly I heard a voice in my head.
"My dearest inamorata! Laurallia! I love you and I wish to start repairing what I never should have broken. Can you accept me as your inamorato, and start over?"
It was Nye. Pleading with me. To do as he asked I would have to trust him again. I guess he has gained some trust but is it enough. I want us to work out. I need us to work out. But is it possible.
Wait.
He said love.
He loves me.
That makes me feel so happy. But there isn't enough trust.
"Nye," I started talking in his mind, "We have to begin again as friends. No more kisses. No more late nights. Take me on dates. Show me who you truly are. Then maybe we can be together."
I got up and walked off back to the stupid car and waited for Nye to join me. Through the bond I could feel his hurt. We were both hurting. But I don't trust him enough to truly become his. I mustn't have any doubts. I can't stand to lose love again.
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FantasyIn Laura's world nothing has ever gone right. It might finally get better.