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JAMES
As I hear her cry, I have a sudden urge to hit something, but I refrain from doing so.
I feel my fists clench in anger until they turn pale from the lack of blood flow. However, when I feel my phone being crushed under one of my fists, I stop.
But my anger remains.
And I seem to grow angrier as I hear her cry.
She's crying and there is nothing I can do.
It made me feel useless.
As I hear another sob, I'm done.
I've had enough.
"Baby?" I call out and my voice slightly wavers as I hear her sniffle.
"Yeah?" She croaks out, her voice scratchy from her crying.
"What do you think about meeting?"
I bite my lip as I wait for her to respond.
"What?" She whispers.
"I want to meet you." I blurt out.
"You can't!" She rushes out and my jaw clenches at her answer.
"I can't?" I question her answer. "And why not?" I suddenly feel anger rise within me that I'm forced to pace around the living room to calm down.
"James, I'm not who you think I am." She says and I raise an eyebrow at her answer.
Her answer could mean many things, but what exactly did she mean?
Despite my curiosity, deep inside me, I didn't care about who she was.
I just wanted to meet the girl who has managed to occupy my thoughts.
I wanted to meet her.
To hold her as she cried on my shoulder.
To let her know that I care for her.
I wanted to feel her close to me.
But she wouldn't let me.
"Are you, Rose?" I ask.
"Huh?" She questions in confusion.
"Are you, Rose?" I ask again and my jaw clenches once more in the process.
"Yes." I notice the confusion in her voice, but I ignore it.
"Are you the stranger that I accidentally texted when I got lost?"
At my sudden question, my mind thinks back to that day.
It was hard to believe that only a month has passed when so many moments have been exchanged between us.
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