And then she was gone

And then she was gone

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I sat there in the restaurant, waiting for my boyfriend to show up. I have been waiting here for half an hour, and I am starting to think that maybe he wasn't just stuck in traffic. The waiters look at me with pity each time they come to ask if I am ready to order, and each time I respond with the same answer: "Sorry, but not yet I'm waiting for my someone." How could he do this? It was his favourite restaurant, he picked the place and time, and still he isn't here. I grab my phone out of my purse and text him. "Where are you?" No response. 1 minutes passes. 5 minutes pass. people are staring. 10 minutes pass. 15 minutes pass. And I hear the sound of someone sitting down on the chair in front of me. I look up from my phone, and I don't see the man I was expecting the one with green eyes and dirty blonde hair, and a permanent smirk on his face. Before me, I see a man with blue eyes and dark brown hair, with a shy smile resting on his lips. Little did I know that this man was the most dangerous man I had ever met. Warning: Violence, strong language, and mentions at mature topics.
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Unlikely

I got more and more annoyed as he drove up, parked and unmounted his bike. He pulled off his helmet and shook his head, noticing me there staring at him. We just stared at each other, neither moving, neither speaking. He started to make his way up his driveway, not even bothering with a greeting, so I called out to him. "Hey! Where've you been?" I tried not to sound accusatory or angry, and I succeeded. Though I sounded more hurt than anticipated. He stopped and walked towards me. He walked kind of slowly, like he was trying to avoid me. I stood on the steps, fighting the urge to walk towards him so we could talk. Never ever did I think I'd want to talk to him, yet here I was. Once in front of me he stayed at the bottom step, not climbing up further. He said nothing and I repeated my question once again, "Where have you been?" He shifted then just replied with "Out." "Out?" I repeated, getting refueled with annoyance. "That's it? You've been missing all day and all you have to say is you were out?" "Fuck, dude, what are you, my mom? I was out! Are you trying to keep tabs on me or something?" I was angry at him, and started to feel feelings towards him that I haven't felt in months. I stepped down two steps to look at him eye level, ready to argue with him. But, rather than open my mouth to fight, I found myself staring at his tired gaze and freezing for a moment. I didn't want to fight with him, and I saw he didn't want to fight with me-at least, that was my hope. I let my glare fall and closed the distance between us, wrapping my arms around him in the tightest hug I could muster. He seemed shocked, remaining rigid in my arms until I quietly muttered, "I was worried about you, jackass," into his neck. He just sighed before relaxing and hugging me back.

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