Black and White

Black and White

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, May 10, 2022
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writing preview :) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I need you." My eyes drew closed slowly as he lifted his hand to my lips, caressing my bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, dragging it down to open it slightly before hooking his finger into my mouth. With him barely needing to pull me in, I threw myself into him, throwing my arms around him like my life depended on it. Our kisses were synchronized while our breathing was staggered. He kissed me, hungrily, like how a starving lion would react to a huge slab of meat being hovered over its face. With each kiss, we got closer and closer to each other. He moved his hand from my lips, back down to my waist, digging his fingers gently into my skin. Each time our tongues lapped one another's, he guided my hips closer to his, shifting me against him to create the tiniest bit of friction. Then more. And more. Until our bodies were so close, I could feel Niall's heartbeat in my own chest. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Unknowingly in the dark about his past, Amanda Evans begins to date Niall Horan. Little does she know, the secrets he's keeping from her are just building up by the minute, but the truth always finds it way out...doesn't it? No matter how hard you try to delete who you are, no one can hide their truth forever. Not even Niall.
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† 𝔩𝔦π”ͺ𝔒𝔯𝔒𝔫𝔠𝔒 /Λˆπ”©Ιͺπ”ͺə𝔯ə𝔫𝔰/ π”žπ”‘π”§π”’π” π”±π”¦π”³π”’: π”ž 𝔣𝔒𝔳𝔒𝔯𝔒𝔑 π”°π”±π”žπ”±π”’ 𝔬𝔣 π”ͺ𝔦𝔫𝔑 π”Ÿπ”¬π”―π”« 𝔬𝔣 𝔯𝔬π”ͺπ”žπ”«π”±π”¦π”  π”£π”¦π”΅π”žπ”±π”¦π”¬π”«; π”ͺπ”žπ”―π”¨π”’π”‘ π”Ÿπ”Ά π”¬π”Ÿπ”°π”’π”°π”°π”¦π”³π”’ 𝔱π”₯𝔬𝔲𝔀π”₯𝔱𝔰, 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔀𝔦𝔫𝔀 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔒π”ͺπ”¬π”±π”¦π”¬π”«π”žπ”© 𝔯𝔒𝔠𝔦𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔠𝔦𝔱𝔢, π”žπ”«π”‘ π”žπ”« π”žπ” π”₯𝔦𝔫𝔀 𝔑𝔒𝔭𝔒𝔫𝔑𝔒𝔫𝔠𝔢; ∴ 𝔑𝔒𝔳𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔑𝔯𝔒𝔰𝔰𝔒𝔑 𝔦𝔫 𝔑𝔒𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 † "Then tell me," I rasp. "Tell me and I'll deal with it. I'll handle it. Just-don't shut me out." "I can't," she says again, voice breaking. "I can't tell you. I can't be with you. And I can't stand here and watch you break and know that I'm the reason." She swallows hard, her throat moving. "Please don't make me explain it. Please just... stop." I take a step toward her anyway, rain dripping from my eyelashes, my chest hollow. "I don't care if it kills me," I say, and it's not bravado; it's a man with nothing left to barter. "If that's the price, fine. At least then I get to be with you before it ends." She makes a small sound, half sob, half laugh, and it's the most human thing I've ever heard from her. "Don't say that," she whispers, almost fierce. "Don't ever say that." She holds my eyes for one last beat, lips parted like she might say something else - something that could undo all of this, something that could make the rain stop mattering. But she doesn't. Instead, she exhales, low and unsteady, and shakes her head. "I'm sorry," she says again, softer now, like a confession. Then she turns. And that's it.

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