Perfect Strangers
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  • Reads 125
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  • Parts 20
  • Time 1h 57m
Ongoing, First published Dec 03, 2017
CHLEO:
"Like it or not, I'm all you have tonight." He whispers to himself.
I've gotten my balance back, so there's no reason for him to put his arm around me. But he does, and most importantly I let him. Correction, drunk me lets him. 

ARAN: 
My mind feels heavy and my body feels numb. My beautiful mother greets me with tears. I hold her closely. She brings me to where my sister is, never looking at me in the eyes nor saying a word. We don't need to, the mutual silence, the exchanged anxiety and the shared fear, communicates all that we ever could have. 
Inaaya.

PAUL:
"Why are you so quiet?" 
"Why do you care Smith?" She looked up from her textbook.
"I'm just saying, you gotta loosen up a little." I said with a childish smile.
"Oh," she closed her textbook shut, "is that how you like your girls?"
She put her book in her bag and was about to walk away.
"Look, you don't know me." 
"Fine, you're right, I don't. But to be fair, you don't know me either." She had told me.
My eyes glistened with hope.
"How about we change that?" 

LIN:
And that's basically the whole story of Lin Mai. The lady who defied her parents' will, snuck out of private school, moved across the globe with a boy she loved, --and on top of all of that,-- became an architect, one of the most untraditional jobs for both a Chinese or Canadian women. It's best that my parents never found out, this would probably induce imminent heart failure!

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