Lost (The Callaghans, New Story)

Lost (The Callaghans, New Story)

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They say, the more you hate, the more you love. I say, what if I choose to hate him, does that mean that I choose to love him too? I said I am always alone. My mom, my only bestfriend, knows that. I never sat in front or in the middle of the class. I chose to stay at the back where no one can even notice I do exist. He said, he is dark. His past, present and future would always be the darkest of all the blizzard. But everytime I look into his eyes, I see nothing... But light. In my story, you will know how right can be wrong and how wrong can be oh-so-right. You will see how strong I am, but at the same time, I am weak. In my story, there are a lot of characters. Characters that I never thought can exist in my life. Who knows? "Love is like a gunshot. All it takes is one shot, for me to blow it all away." ©Bruno Mars, 'Lost'
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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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