Spitting Fyre - ONGOING
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Last published Wed, Dec 28, 2022
"I don't understand why you let me in! You told me yourself that you want me in more ways than one and yet whenever we make any progress you push me away!" I slammed my palm against his muscular chest while I held back the stream of tears that threatened to spill over. "I never hated you fyre.. never" my fingers curled around the fabric of his shirt.
He just stared down at me blankly as he watched me explode in front of him. As I looked up to his face, my vision blurry, I could make out his face as he frowned at me.
"I- " his voice broke a little as inhaled sharply. "-I don't know how to deal with these feelings I have for you. they're confusing and I'm not sure I can handle losing you.."
I stood in shock, my hand pulling away from his body while I pulled my weight back.
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Love finds a girl who doesn't believe in it and a boy who doesn't trust it.
Yet what if they fall in love with each other?
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