For The Life Of Me

For The Life Of Me

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My fingers twisted through the charcoal ringlets framing my face. Stop thinking about him, my conscious screamed at me, he's not thinking about you. That one hurt. I knew he wouldn't be. I mean, why would he? I was just an eighth grade clarinet player, just another face in the crowd. I wasn't particularly pretty, or witty, or charming. I was just a girl. There was no reason for him to notice me, to think about me. But I thought about him. Oh, I thought about him. I thought about him day and night, thoughts of him invading the quiet moments in my brain. It gave me this feeling, one that I had come to love and hate. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, the breath was pushed from my lungs, my face burned, and my skin tingled, with just the thought of him. Stop thinking about him. I couldn't. I'd already fallen for someone I could never have.
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Childhood friends, bound to fall in love. But what happens when love becomes an obsession? ~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Why are you here?" I blurt out before I can stop myself, surprising both of us. He raises his eyebrows, clearly caught off guard by the question. "Mara, come sit down," he says, smiling and patting the empty space beside him. I shake my head but, despite myself, find my feet moving toward the couch. "Are you still mad at me?" He asks, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Shut up," I mutter, rolling my eyes. It's clear I've got some unresolved anger. "You're the one who wanted out, remember?" he says, the hint of a challenge in his tone. "You threw me out of your car and disappeared," I snap, bitterness dripping from my words. "Okay, not my finest move. But I had to," he replies, his eyes flickering with a brief, almost imperceptible pain. "Why are you back now? Why my dad's company? Is this some kind of game for you?" I ask, frustration edging my voice. "Oh, bunny," he says, sliding closer. My breath hitches at the sudden proximity. "I told you I'd never let us be apart again." He grabs my face with his hand, shaking it slightly as if to emphasize his point. I gasp at his words. "W-wha-" I say nervousness stealing my ability to form words. "Yes, bunny. This is not a game. Never apart again. Okay?" He says sliding his thumb over my bottom lip.

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