The Boy Who Caught My Eye
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  • Parts 3
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  • Reads 82
  • Votes 2
  • Parts 3
  • Time 10m
Ongoing, First published Apr 05, 2024
As the sun sets, painting the sky with hues of pink and gold, I find myself standing by the window, caught in a whirlwind of unfamiliar emotions. The moment our eyes first met, a rush of excitement and nervousness surged through me, sending tingles down my spine and making my heart flutter erratically. I couldn't help but be captivated by the magnetic pull I felt towards this person.

In those quiet moments of reflection, I replayed our shared laughter, the way their eyes sparkled with joy, and the warmth of their touch during our conversations. Each memory deepened my feelings, creating a tapestry of emotions I had never experienced before. It was a mixture of exhilaration and trepidation, as if I were walking on a tightrope between friendship and something more.
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In the dimly lit waiting room of the therapist's office, there's a young woman who looks tense but determined. She just finished her session, feeling relieved yet still troubled. This woman survived a traumatic kidnapping, and you can see the emotional scars in her demeanor. Despite her small size, there's a hidden anger inside her, a result of the injustices she faced. Across from her view another person, quieter but equally significant. They seem restless, constantly shifting their focus. They, too, have a troubled past, having grown up around violence at home.They have ADHD, their mind is always busy, making it hard to concentrate. When the woman leaves, she locks eyes with this person waiting outside. In that brief moment, they understand each other's pain, "He's not actually helping us, is he?" She mumbled softly. Though their lives may never cross again, that simple sentence speaks volumes about their strength and resilience in overcoming their pasts. However, eventually they met again, but in the different place, at the same time, but different day. A delicate connection starts to grow between them, intertwining their lives. Even though they know they'll face difficulties ahead, they see in each other a ray of hope-a possibility for healing, for finding peace, and even for love