Philophobia || c.h
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- Partes 3
Philophobia: The fear of emotional attachment; the fear of falling in love
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"Take my hand, take my whole life too
Cause I can't help, falling in love with you" I sang in Calum's ear, tears falling down my cheeks, I felt horrible for what I was doing, the pain in my chest was unbearable, I felt as if I was being tortured by some old torturing machine.
But it was love.
I held in a sob, not wanting to wake him up with my crying and having to deal with even more than what was already happening.
"Goodbye, Calum" I mouthed quietly getting up, I felt as if I was gonna pass out, my panic was starting to kick in, that meant that I needed to leave as soon as I could. I opened his bedroom window, feeling the warm summer air hitting my face, and I started to climb down Calum's house, running to the most distant place that I was able to get myself into.
I love you, Calum.
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"Kid, a lie is just a great story that someone ruined with the truth" - My amazing, legendary, Uncle Barney.
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