Tell Me If I Talk Too Much

Tell Me If I Talk Too Much

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In a dusty skate shop hanging by a thread, Noor has perfected the art of being invisible. Behind the counter, she's the cool, knowledgeable seller who can spot a fake from a mile away. But behind the counter is also where she hides-from the ghost of the freestyle skater she used to be, from the passion that died with her injury, and from the fear of trying again. Then she walked in. With a skateboard she can barely control and a confidence that screams authenticity, Mira challenges everything Noor thought she knew about connection. Since she stepped her foot into the shop, customers trickle in. The shop comes alive, and Noor finds herself drawn to the girl who sees right through her carefully constructed armor. As their friendship deepens through shared music and late-night conversations, Noor begins to confront the fears that have kept her grounded. But when Mira asks the one question Noor can't answer - why did you stop skating? The walls she's built around her past start to crumble. OFFICIAL PLAYLIST IS IN MY BIO! (NOTE: Also the cover will be changed once I comission the art for it :])
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[Completed] (ShortStory) [women -loving- women] [girlXwoman] I came across a woman, to me, she's different at first sense. I wasn't sure how my existence turns out to be that day. By only gazing at her, I was fallen into my emotions. I couldn't find reasons to take away my eyes off her, millions of thoughts by just gazing at her. My existing state of mind is present at that moment, but I couldn't find any reason to describe her. How I felt, I was fascinated quickly by her. I didn't ask her name, but I saw the card she provided me to pay her bill, her name was Orianna Ferguson. I arrived back to let her sign, she brought her pen and stroke the pen signing, and was done. Noticing, she didn't even stare at all the papers where she signed. I leave after and let her enjoy her moment time alone. "Hey! Kiss! She can't see..." said the other staff saw a lowered tone, almost whispering, lowering her head down. "You didn't notice, do you? No judgments. I mean, she's a regular guest, I call her a lady in a hat." Dana, my co-waitress sneered while she said. Since the day I was bothered by the idea, she got me mesmerized. Should I talk to her? Or rather, have this dumbfounded idea. Waiting and standing here from afar, contented gazing enthralling her unique beauty on purpose. I have a million reasons to accept the fact. Will she be able to see me? Glance back or able to meet our eyes, recognizing me. Have you ever felt something that is missing...? [short story] Wordcount [28,068] [Highest Ranks! ] #1! girlxwoman #1! Addicting #1! Fascinated #1! admiring #1! Femme © 2020 No part of this publication may be Ripped or Reproduced in any form from the source or by mean without the Prior Permission of the Author. All Characters that appeared in this work are Fictitious any Resemblance to real persons living or dead is purely coincidental. (Book written 10.2020) (Book finish 5.2021) Cover made - tws*

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