Keep It In Room 603
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Summary:
"You don't understand" I yell!
"Why don't I" he shout "explain to me. So I can understand."
He pushes his hand in his pocket and then runs his fingers through his hair. "I love you" I say pointing to my chest.
I feel the tears running down my face, but this time I can't and I won't stop them. I've been holding this in for too long. So long that I don't know who I am anymore. I've lost sight of who Rilen Hamilton really was.
He looks at the floor then at me. "You don't love me" he laughs.
I'm taking back at his laugh. I hear it ring in my head. I put my finger to my temple and hold it there for a second. Then everything we have been through runs through my head. "I do love you." I look blankly at his face.
"Will you stop"
I shake my head and then continue. "I love you so much that I would have went to Europe just to see you. I love you so much that I would buy you a whole store of gummy bears that way you could forever be happy. I love you so much that I would stop re-reading those freaking book, if that meant I would have more time with you." I cry.
"Stop"
I close my eyes and shake my head.
"-but most importantly. I love you so much that if you are happy with her. That if you get those butterfly feelings In your stomach when you see her. Then I understand. Because if you are happy, then I am happy"
He just stares at me. His blue eyes slowly turn green. When he blinks a tear falls from his face. "This is for you" I say walking up to him and placing something in his hand.
I turn and exit the door.
No regrets.
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Rilen Hamilton. You all know her!
Bailey Thomas. Maybe we really don't know what is going through his pretty little head.
When Bailey comes back to see that Rilen isn't over him. What will happen? Will they make up for their loss time or will someone walk out again..?
Read more to find out.
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