Forced Love
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He followed her as she walked out of the room, with another one of his failed attempts at getting her to forgive him and talk to him, something that he yearns for, has pictured in his mind a thousand times but never actually getting to experience it.
He sighed softly and watched her walk to the kitchen as he himself plopped on the couch. He found it very difficult to keep his hands off her but she would keep herself away from him as much as possible. 'Oh, what have I done? Rose. Baby, please, give me a chance... Forgive me.." He said to himself sadly, as he looked away from her and tried to watch TV but very soon, his eyes drifted off back to her as she moved out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee in her hand and carefully walked over to the balcony. He could see her perfectly from where he was sitting. He began studying her like he had done a hundred times. He noticed the wind blowing through her black hair as she soon carefully tuck a lose strand of hair behind her ear and began to twirl another one around her finger. He sighed heavily again as he watched her, biting onto her lower lip every now and then, like she does all the time. He smiled at himself softly and decided to try again, getting up again and strolled towards her....
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