Leishimi's love unscripted

Leishimi's love unscripted

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To my dearest Shimi, on her 21st birthday, you've shown me kindness, patience and above all, love that stands the test for all seasons. For all the letters I wrote addressed to you during our English classes, and for the many more I'll write in the years to come, All i have is endless love and words for you, Dora. This is a short reminder of our shared tales and of the person you've been and will always be. Someday, this will be a published book with a dedication for you but until then, let this online platform take it's place. Even if we're continents apart, we'll always be connected, like three voices in one song. Happiest birthday ever! Yours truly, Niki♡
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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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