The Real Reed

The Real Reed

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"I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me you don't want me." He says, his hot breath aggressively fanning my face from his harsh breathing, and I have to fight the urge to just lean in. "Tell me that these past couple of weeks meant nothing to you." He continues, but I don't say anything. "Tell me you don't have feelings for me, that you don't want me." His words are rushed, but his voice is laced in thick emotion. "Say it." He challenges me. Feelings were messy, complicated, hard, painful. That's why I shut them out. That's what I should have done in the beginning. I swallow the lump in my throat and against every fiber in my body, I force out- "I don't want you."
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[ COMPLETED ] "Blue." I heard a deep raspy voice that came close as I was sitting alone scanning through my laptop inside this local cafe on the island. I pulled my head up to check who it could be and saw a tall man with a long brown tousled hair, topless, tattoos almost everywhere on his body and had a blue green board shorts. He had the most perfect curls that a man can have and it makes me wonder what's his shampoo or does he even put conditioner after. I envied his long luscious locks which was slightly past his shoulders. His eyes, glued on mine, were an amazing hue of emerald green as he flashes me his dimpled smile. I looked over my shoulder and found no one there so he must be talking to me. I look back at this man who is still smiling at me. "Excuse me?" I chimed, confused about what he meant. "Blue." He repeats again and there's a way on how he said it that makes his plump lips look hot. I scoff, "I'm sorry, are we talking about colors here?" The man with green eyes chuckles breathlessly. "Your eyes, they're a lovely shade of ice blue." "Thanks." I answer dryly. "But I'm not interested." "Oh, I truly apologize. I didn't know you were into ladies." I stare at him for a while, examining his tattoos and that damn huge butterfly tattoo in the middle of his chest. I travelled my eyes back to his face and noticed his prominent jawline. "I meant I'm not interested with you." I tell him the boy with long hair and green eyes. Date Written: July 2020 Date Finished: March 8, 2021 WORD COUNT: 323,369

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