the calm .

the calm .

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Cape Town. Starts at Sunset. She filters nothing in her head, but has a wall like no other. He knows everything about her, but how? **** *Silence* "Hello?" He continued to stare at me with the sheepish smile which I'm now believing to be just his face. It's annoying how even though his smile hasn't completely appeared, it's creating this heating effect on in my chest. "Hi" he widened his eyes as he said this, "I know you're here, Love. I see you more than you see yourself." This guy has some kind of audacity. My eyes roll. "You don't believe me, do you?" he chuckles. "No. As a matter of fact, I do not." "You don't have to", at this he begins to straddle his bike in order to leave. Immediately, a feeling of panic washes over me. I want to stop him and I don't know why, but I watch him leave. The singing air welcomes the clinking of his bicycle chain and my vision is occupied with the strange boy riding away from me. Although he's left, a feeling of attachment remains. It's weird. You know how they speak of soul-ties in church? I know that's about sex, but is this a soul-tie?
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