Love, Winnie

Love, Winnie

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"Winnie do you trust me?" I listen to his angelic voice. He seems so innocent when he uses that tone, like he's trying to convince you to sing a Taylor Swift song with him. "Why wouldn't I?" I said as I flash a small grin at his direction. He slides his arm around my waist and pulls me closer to his chest which gave me shivers on my bare skin. I heard him mumbling something close to "ready" but i didn't really hear it considering the fact that I was staring at his dazzling grey eyes that i could almost burn a hole into them. Yup, I wasn't listening in fact that I didn't even realize that we were falling off the cliff, splashing into the crystal clear water beneath us. ************ Meet Winnie Darson. When you're still holding on to something that seems too absurd or unrealistic, you often start to hear voices in your head or start to see pictures that looks so real that it makes you seem like your insane. You start to hallucinate things that would often feel like you're actually there. You'd feel certain feelings. The kind of feelings that you once lost. The feeling of joy, alive, and being loved. But what if those feelings, pictures and hallucinations were actually real? What if you actually felt someone's warm lips brush your own? What if you saw things that would bring back the smile you once lost? What if you felt things that you would've never expected to feel? What if you were experiencing something rare? But there was also that chance hanging on a thread inside your head that all of this is just in fact an illusion. There are so many answers to those countless questions yet you can't seem to clear it out. The only choice left is to comeback and find out your self.
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He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.

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