Hate Me Love Me

28| Butt Touching 🖐

AN: Hey!! Ok, so, this book has a couple of my favourite descriptions and graphics in it. I think about them in bed and write them down for later, and I do that to make my writing more real, and to provoke feeling.

So, I would really appreciate if nobody steals them (somebody did... I won't name them), because I work pretty hard on this. I sacrifice studying time, so if people steal my work, it really shatters my heart. Copying is just so cheap... and sad... and inconsiderate.

So, if you notice anything... you know who to contact.

;D

BTW thanx so much for reading this far!! I'm so happy, like it's not even funny anymore! 312 reads!!! AAAHHHH!

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"You don't love someone for their looks, or for their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear." --- Oscar Wilde.

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Alaric Aldrois

'And that's a goddamn promise,' she whispers.

And it's the sincerity, the determination and anger in her voice that makes me pull back and look into her eyes. Rage and tenderness. Grief and hope.

'Valerie,' my voice comes out like a desperate plea. Filled with feeling and emotion.

She puts one of her hands on my shoulder and the other, a finger pressed to my lips, silent command for me to stop talking.

And I listen to her. Like I'll always do from now on.

'Let's go home,' she says to me.

Home.

The ride is silent, but not uncomfortable. It's so hard to believe she's still here anyways. I don't even know why she agreed when I asked if I could drop her off. It's dark, and I feel guilty because I held her back so long with my own problems.

I finally let it all out to her, and I know I should be feeling vulnerable. I should be nervous. But I'm not. The feeling is even better than I expected, because such a huge weight is lifted off my shoulders. And I know I lifted it off for the right person. Valerie is the right person. She's my person.

When I reluctantly stop in front of her aunt's house, she turns to look at me, unbuckling her seatbelt.

She's ready to leave.

'Come on,' she says, and I look back in confusion.

'Come on,' she insists, and then she reaches forward, unbuckling my seatbelt for me.

We walk to the door, and I see that little redhead kid peer in from the window beside the door with a grin the size of the fucking moon.

'Valerie's here! Valerie's here! Valerie's here!' we hear his loud, joyful shouts from inside the house. An old lady watches us from the house next door, standing on her front lawn.

I'm just an enormous bundle of nerves as Valerie opens the door with a key and steps inside.

'You can take your shoes off here,' she points to a shoe rack beside the door, and the feeling of dread creeps in.

How long does she want me here? Why does she even want me here?

And then that little kid runs to her and clings to her.

A smile tugs at my lips at the sight of chroma and the little boy.

And when a redhaired lady walks towards us, the smile vanishes.