TO FEEL WANTED

TO FEEL WANTED

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Marie wanted nothing more than to be normal. She wanted to be like the rest of the kids her age. She wanted to be able to run and knowing where she was running to. She wanted to smell something and see what she was smelling. She wanted to be able to see the world like everyone else. Marie wanted to feel wanted. Even if she couldn't see by who. Marie wanted her eyesight back. ************ Jake wanted nothing more than to be himself like always. Jake doesn't believe in love at first sight or any if that girly stuff all he cares about is getting laid and being free. All he needs is for the girl to be hott and free for him just for one night. ********** What happens when Jake bumps into Marie, and not only notices that she is blind but notices that she's the girl that might have stolen nothing more, than his heart.
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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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