★ conflicted love ★

★ conflicted love ★

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★ you're so upset with me, but im so obsessed with youu ★ a conflict arises between Guest and Nooby, but they both want to resolve it. not knowing that it was a certain someone who manipulated them both into mutual dislike toward each other, Nooby tries finding reasons to not dislike Guest anymore. after a long while of trying the same, Guest has a certainly quite (not for the reader) shocking realization. oh, how the two want to retrieve what they used to have. ★ im fucking crazy, I don't wanna damage you. ★
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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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