As I walked through the corridor of the church, a fairly young man ran out, crying a fair amount. He was shaking as he cried softly, I felt bad because I had no idea what to do. Shaking myself, I walked closer towards him, his eyes glistened as I walked closer. He was a wreck, a huge nervous, emotional wreck. Yet, he was fairly attractive, I shouldn't lie to myself, but like all good things he was way too good to be true.
"H-Hey, don't cry, it doesn't make anything better... Trust m-",
He had cut me off, his British accent was soft and sweet, "I'm fine... T-Trust me",
He had started to blush now, maybe he was just nervous? 'Anyway, why would someone like you care?', he asked. I didn't know what to say, "someone like you?" what's that supposed to mean?, 'It's a metaphor... But seriously, someone as attra- nevermind!', he ran off with a flash, leaving me startled. I fought the urge to run after him, it took me a few seconds before I decided to run after him... Something I wouldn't usually do...
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Sam Smith's secret admirer (Sam Smith x your name)
Romancesatire too 🙄😏 Basically i'm bored so have a crappy fanfiction of my innocent gay bean. no homo, XDD.
