Nothing Like Us

Nothing Like Us

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"Holy shit! Gemma are you okay?!?" God damn it, of course it was Jacob. "I've lost track of how many times you've asked me that today" I joked, trying to compose myself and not seem like a total mess in front of him. Before I knew it, a boy I barely knew pulled me in and hugged me tightly. As my head was pressed against his chest, I did the one thing I knew I shouldn't have done. I started crying. I could feel one of his arms around my shoulder and the other ones hand rubbing comforting circles on my scalp. I haven't felt this safe in a really long time. which was weird, because I met this boy about 4 hours ago but his embrace just sent a soothing warmth through my body. I sighed heavily to signal I was done blubbering, and felt him let go of me. then I saw his shirt which was now stained with tears and an excessive amount of mascara that wasn't already smeared all over my face. I knew I looked like shit, but seeing his expression, I really don't think he cared. Enjoy!!!
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There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket. My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real. My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?" The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings. "No" he whispers. "I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim. But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow. His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me. His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one. My tears. My pain. My silence. All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him. He came because he chose to.

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