Fixing Me

Fixing Me

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"Look I like both of you but I don't know who to pick!" "Babe, Shay I know I did you wrong but I truly love you, I'm in love with you" Daniel said looking in my eyes. Chris came up to me and kissed me. "What we have is something special, and I wanna be with you all the time. I wanna tell you your beautiful, and see you blush when I sing I-I-I need you Shay." "I don't know I-I'm sorry" "Shay you know we shared something special, I've been digging you since I got here,pleasse", Craig said. and with That I ran out the back door to someone who I trust, someone who has been through alot with me. I wasn't prepared, to fall in Love with more than one person. No one told me being in Love would cause heartache.
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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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