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The Boy Who Stole My Heart

The Boy Who Stole My Heart

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Dec 17, 2016
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Romance
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-I'm fine.", I said, looking down at my lap and fiddling with my fingers. "No you're not.", he said, furrowing his eyebrows. I look up at him, tears pricking the back of my eyes. "Like you care. Nobody really does. They say that they do, that they understand, but they don't.", I retorted, tears lacing the brim of my eyes. "I know you're not going to believe me, but I do.", he said placing his hand on top of mine. I looked up at him, allowing a tear to flow from my left eye. He quickly wiped it away. "Prove it.", I said stubbornly, turning away. "Give me time, and I will.", he said with a sad grin as he watched me cry, "I promise." ~ Cover art was drawn by Kristina Webb Her art is amazing please check her out
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PRESENT-DAY "This last painting is made by an artist who took a long time to agree to sell her beautiful painting. She chose this out of all her paintings. She claimed that this is the best one she made and ready to let it go. So whoever will be the new owner of this tonight, she wants to tell you to store it well for her." He explained vigorously and removed the cover of the painting. I was astounded when I see the painting. It was her painting, us in the bar. I can never forget the shades, textures of her painting especially this. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I did not feel the same way before. I did not hate you. I hated and torture myself not to see you that I might just hurt you." He added. I really miss this man and I am trying to relieve myself not to give in again easily. I paid the guilt by giving myself to him but how can I not restrain myself from him. I was busy thinking when he hugged me touching my hair. I can sense him wanting me and his head on my shoulders, hugged me like we are just the person in the hotel. People are gazing us now. "Enough, enough, people are looking at us. It's embarrassing." I protested. We sit and finish the meal and share the food. After eating he leads me to my room, I am drowsy from the wine I drink. He did not take a sip of it and it's better for me. He guided me inside. I can still walk but I am losing my balance, he catches me from a sudden fall.

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