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A Trees Life

A Trees Life

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Im bored... So I decided to write this... So if you wanna read you can :), and if not then dont meanie... :( ••••••I'm an interesting girl. Whether that's a good or bad thing is up to you!••••• This is gunna be like a journal... BUT COOLER BECAUSE IM IN IT!!! ;D Its also gunna be veryyyy RANDOM!! ;D AND I SWEAR EVERYTHING IN HERE IS COPYRIGHTED BY ME, COMPLETELY TRUE AND JUST ALITTLE BIT KINDA SORTA TOTALLY EXAGGERATED! :3 *****PLEASE, if my awesomeness ever disables or blinds you in anyway.. STOP READING! I will not be held accountable for your lack of tolerance to incredible-ness; I realize such things must be recieved in small doses. So do NOT do anything you cannot handle.. Also not all of the things I do or say are... "sane"... Nor are my friends. I have dumb/ditzy blonde friends, weird random sexual friends, hotheaded uptight nerdy friends, carefree mofos... As I stated in my bio, I am a social cat so I know ALL KINDS OF PEOPLE!!! Anywho you have been warned... Enjoy! Or don't... O.0
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There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket. My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real. My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?" The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings. "No" he whispers. "I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim. But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow. His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me. His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one. My tears. My pain. My silence. All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him. He came because he chose to.

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