Time of My Life

Time of My Life

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High school. One of the most scariest but awesome place you can be for four years. This story talks about a little freshmen that thought her life was all planned out; what happens to Veronica when her life is turned upside down for a couple of boys? ************* "I have lost myself completely. I don't know what to do. My life was supposed to be different. Why is my whole world revolved around you?" I said with tears in my eyes and my voice cracking. "You were foolish to think that everything was gonna go as planned. High School is where you lose yourself over and over again but you wouldn't wish it any other way. To answer your question your world revolves around me because I have shown you the world." Dominic answered. With that he turned around and disappeared into the crowds of teens hurrying to go home.
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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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