knocks on door nervously
"rory" stares shocked
"ryker," looks down then up "hi"
"come in" opens door "you actually knocked"
chuckles slightly "yeah..."
closes door behind her
"look... i'm sorry—"
"i'm sorry"
giggles "we're both the same"
scratches the side of his neck "yeah"
"i shouldn't have left"
"you had a reason to"
sighs "and i ignored you"
"i've lied"
"something you're good at"
smirks "no better than you"
smiles
"i told chloe"
"does she want my head?"
"more like mine"
giggles quietly
"i don't regret it rory"
looks up at him trying to read his expression
"i mean i know that makes me sound like a dick, i don't regret kissing you when i have chloe but" stutters "it's just"
"you don't need to" places hand on his leg
sighs "i couldn't help it, it felt right"
"it did" whispers to herself
bites lip "but it's not, i made you cry"
"i was scared"
"so was i"
"i'm still mad at you" pouts
"for?"
"you know what" stares with knowing eyes
leans back against the headboard of the bed "i know" pauses "and i'm sorry"
"i know"
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Anonymous
Short StoryWhere a girl receives messages from an anonymous passerby who wants to show her the world. © tilmorning. 2013