A Touch Of Your Love (ATOYL) Paused.

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~ This is a work of fiction. The characters and events portrayed here are fictitious or used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons,living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. ~

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"Mrs. Grimald. " Like him. Ethan King. There he was, sitting on the floor, with his legs crossed, his hair covering his blue eyes as usual, but there was something else on his face, a cut. Causing me to frown a little bit, it wasn't deep which is good and wasn't bleeding too much, just a little and is dry already so that's also good. But he needs to wash and put a bandaid on it.

"I look like an old lady when you say "Mrs. Grimald" " I said trying to smile, not quite sure how I should behave around him. He makes my heart race and I'm don't why. But willing to try to found out. " Call me Cornelia or Lia. " I said.

"Ethan. " He says getting up and stretching his hand out for me to shake it. I do so, putting my hands on his and shaking as if we just met there, his hands covering mine completely and only now I realize that he's tall.

" Nice to meet you, Ethan. " I say in response, saying his name over and over again in my head.

" So, why are you here? " I ask, curiosity winning over me.

" I discussed with the teacher, he didn't like that I had a different opinion. " He says and shrugs his shoulders not caring much about the fact that now he's in detention.

" Mr. Smith. Am I right? " I said, already knowing who that teacher was, Mr. Smith is a very convicted guy, only his opinion is valid, and everyone else or agree with him or get detention or you will be on his radar till the end of the semester and he will do everything for you to fail his class. And that's why I never say anything in Geography class.
Maybe I should be a little more like Ethan and speak my mind, perhaps it's the first step to take control of my life, to let my parents know that you only live once so as well live without regrets. Going against my wall I let myself think about Ethan King, I figured out that he isn't shy, just quiet. He's very polite, also something that I never thought he was going to be, I guess I just did what I say I wouldn't do it, pay attention to rumors and not giving a chance for the person.

Our conversation went smooth after we shook our hands, he asked why I was there too, taking in consideration that he never imagine me being the type of girl who gets detention, and I'm not, I told him that's all Tyler's fault. And next we start to talk about the arts project and what we could do, we just agreed that the best thing to do is let things go with the flow, not going to lie that scared me a lot, I'm not the kind of person who just "goes with the flow", I need a plan so I can make everything perfect and get a good grade.One hour and a half later we left the detention room and everyone followed their way. Mine being to go home.

Thanking God that my mother wasn't at home if she founds out that I got detention, I don't even can imagine.

"You're home! " Charles says, coming downstairs still in his pajamas. " Why are you so late? " He continues to talk.

" Can we have some red velvet cake? " I ask to tired to explain to him right now why I'm late, I'm going to need at least some of my favorite cake to go through this again.

"Sure. " He says with frowning his eyebrows. Fifteen minutes later we're sitting in the backyard garden, the sun is setting, and the weather is so good to be outside. Between a spoon of cake and a sip of tea, I tell Charles about my incredible day as he laughs at me, what's the point of having an older brother if he's just going to laugh at me? But it's fine, all he did when we went to school together was take care of me and make sure no one broke my heart or made me cry, he's my hero and I'll always support him.

" Why did you go to the army? " I ask. Because I'm truly curious to know why and because I need a light to figured out what to do with my future.

" I don't know. " — He shrugged. — I think that is my way of helping the ones in need.

" Helping the country you mean? " I ask and he nods in agreement.

"Why? " He asks taking a sip of his drink.

" Dad wants me to go to Law School. Mom wants me to get married. " I say in response and rolling my eyes.
" And what you want to do? " He asks truly interested in my answer.

" I don't know. " I say honestly.
"Don't worry about too much otherwise you are going to drive yourself crazy, you will figure out when you least expect. " He says with his most soft voice, I guess he saw how worried I am.

It's the weekend and the only plans I have are to stay inside do some homework and read the book I got from that mini library at the detention.
With the book in my hands I touch with my fingers as I feel the texture of the title the book is "Love Letters of Great Men", I never heard of this book, but the case and title brought to my attention and so I decided to read after all who doesn't love a great love letter? I know I do, all the romantics' things like flowers and chocolate, letters, staring at the sky and counting the stars.
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Hi lovelies, so this book "Love Letters Of Great Men" is a fictional book and I first saw it in the movie "Sex and The City", just to be clear that it isn't a real book or my creation.