Enchanted to meet You
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MatureOngoing12m
Last published Sat, Jan 29, 2022
Our eyes met.
How high is the possibility of this Happening in a room full of People?
The loud Music kept playing in the Background but for me it was as if it faded more and more the longer I looked into your Beautiful eyes.
I didn't know Why, but somehow I felt connected to you. Even back then.
You pushed me inside this small locker. »No! Eliot, let me out!« I yelled at you, but you wouldn't change you mind. »Please, my love please wait for me« was what you whispered to me and left shortly after. Seconds later I was hearing footsteps coming closer. I Held my breath hoping whoever is out there wouldn't hear me and to my luck the footsteps faded again.
Something warm was dripping down my arm and I held you closer to my chest. »No..You can't leave me yet. Didn't You tell me to wait for You? And Now You leave me? That's not fair« I spoke, my voice Breaking.
Your hand reached up to my face, landing on my cheek. »Please my love, crying does not suit You, smile once more?«
I smiled at you the best I could. And you, you closed you eyes one final time.
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