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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Jul 9, 2014
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Romance
'with great power comes great responsibility'. Starting a new school where you have no clue what's going on, who people are and what you are doing is a whole lot harder than I thought it would be. But now here comes the rock hard part... try doing this while realising that you have an abnormal power with you. Being able to move things with my mind and having to learn that everyone else in this school has got something to do with them that I thought was a myth my whole life is quite scary. But if you actually take life here by the balls and walk it off, being in a dorm full of new girls to meet, a hot guy who is in the football team and teachers who like you is actually making life so much better.
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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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