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Mr Popular And I

Mr Popular And I

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"Do you ever wonder what other people are doing currently, like someone could have won the lottery, someone could be having their last breath. It's mad to think about" Smiling against her skin I try my best not to laugh, "Yes I do wonder about that at times, but now all I am thinking about is the time and how you have had a busy day and need to rest after it" "Okay then, don't talk to me" she says in a groggy voice. Before I can respond, her whole body relaxes against mine signalling that she just passed out with tiredness. And at that moment when she is asleep in my arms, vulnerable and free of her thoughts. I come to the realisation that Elijah might be right. Maybe this is more than me liking her.
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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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