Escape (A Lil Bibby Story)

Escape (A Lil Bibby Story)

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"FUCK, why do you do this to me Bibby?" I asked frustration shooting through my voice as I finally looked up at him. He furrowed his brows as his eyes filled with confusion. "What you mean Ari? Do what?" "Make everything so hard? Every time I try to move on you pop up, I just can never ESCAPE from you" I cried. "Why can't you just leave me alone?" My voice Cracked and was almost at a whisper. This was causing me so much pain and all I could do was question why?. In a blink of an eye Life just started spiraling out of control. "Because you are My escape." He confessed emphasizing his words. I froze my eyes softening as I stared into his doleful eyes. They were emitting with gloom and almost begged for acceptance making my heart instantly break. He was under pressure And he knew the only way to diminish the tension was to admit his feelings. For a person like him it was an uncomfortable situation when you love someone but because of your hard shell was afraid to admit it.
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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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