🥀 I JUST WANNA SEE YOU. HOLD YOU. HUG YOU. TOUCH YOU. KISS YOU. CUDDLE WITH YOU. LOVE YOU.🥀
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🥀YOU ARE THE FIRST AND LAST THING ON MY MIND EACH AND EVERY DAY🥀
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On the sixth day of Michael's absence, Kayla started to panic. She hadn't heard anything. Sure, he had been gone longer than this before, but for some reason this time was killing her. She begged Deshawn to tell her where he was. She felt just knowing that bit of information would calm her nerves. But Deshawn refused, ensuring her that he was fine. That Michael was tough, and he would come back. But the more Deshawn told her that, the more she was sure he was trying to convince himself.
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She tried to do everything to keep busy. In the middle of watching a program on TV, she would start to hyperventilate. She had never panicked this bad before.
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When she wasn't having hyperventilating attacks, she had asked her father to move her back into Michael's house. She wanted to be moved in and settled when he got back. And although her father moved her things into Michael's place, he insisted that she stay with him until Michael did return. He also tried to tell her not to worry. But they didn't understand. None of them did. She would die without Michael. She needed him, and every second, minute, hour of each day was slowly driving her fucking crazy.
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Every time her cell phone rang, she jumped and answered it, out of breath, praying that it was him calling to say he was back. But it never was.
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Kayla thought hard about Michael. Their relationship. From the moment she first ran into him when she was eight, until now. She thought about the ways he looked at her, like that night when she was on the dance floor at her birthday party. How sexy he looked in his brooding tall manner. She wondered if she hadn't worn that neon-pink dress that night, and just wore a pair of jeans and a shirt, would she have sparked that possessive flare in him that caused this crazy whirlwind unexpected love affair. Would he have just smiled and waved as she approached? Told her happy birthday and just given her a hug. Would he have still seen her as the girl who had a crush on him? She owed a lot to that tiny and sexy dress. It was the catalyst that brought them together. It up' d her game and silently told Michael she was also playing for keeps.
