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Call It What You Want - An Aaron Ramsey Fanfiction
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  • Parts 48
  • Time 4h 58m
  • Reads 88,269
  • Votes 1,569
  • Parts 48
  • Time 4h 58m
Complete, First published Sep 03, 2014
Mature
I found this story on tumblr and I checked if it was available in Wattpad but it wasn't so I decided to publish with permission from the author. So, I hope you enjoy this story as much as I did and of course all the credits to the author!
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They reached for each other yet never quite touched because of similar dreadful history. They were a pair of abandoned apricots. Leftovers, spares, uneaten, untouched, unwanted. Not enough. Too scared of abandonment, so instead, they made agreements sealed with signatures and not a kiss. Too afraid of attachment, so they didn't have any strings. Too terrified of being torn apart, they promised not to get close. Eating pancakes with apricot jam, making sure their hands didn't touch as they reached for another one. Watching TV together, with 2 metres between them, to ensure nobody got any ideas. Walking through an orchard of apricot trees, not too close together, since the awkwardness would droll over them. Golden drops of sunshine, windows flung wide open, yet they didn't smile at each other since it would make things weird. Apricots and honey in the air, ice cream cones on the pavement, yet they didn't allow themselves to feel the summer, the love. Maybe they were destined to be leftovers, spares, uneaten, untouched, unwanted. Maybe they were destined to be a pair of abandoned apricots.