Just A Step Away

Just A Step Away

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He placed a bracelet on my wrist and kissed the back of my hand. "Happy Birthday katherine." "It's beautiful Adam. Thank you." I said whilst admiring the beauty of a bracelet. I saw love in his eyes. Wait, love? I was trying to figure out his emotion but I sensed a shadow besides me. I turned to see the person. My knees became weak, my heart was beating like a thunder and butterflies erupted in my stomach. I swallowed the lump in my throat and cleared my vocal cord to say the most awaited name. "Darwin?" "Happy birthday sunshine. I know it's your birthday today but I want a gift instead." I looked at him with confusion. "I want you." There he said that again. 3 words 8 letters but that sentence had a power to stop my breathing.
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