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I hate to admit it, but I miss him. I want him to laugh and joke with me like he used to. He has really grown on me, so much that I am almost longing for a touch, a brush of his fingers. However, he is really impatient.
It hasn’t even been a month yet, and I have shed my old skin, healed people of their sickness, and had guys actually flirting with me. Even now, my brain is about to go into overload. Why can’t he understand? “Where at?” I looked confused.
Different? Like what? I wanted to say this but It looked like he was trying to explain it himself. I felt that if i interrupted, he will change his mind and not tell me. “How come you’re here early?
” I asked “No. No. I couldn’t,” I fiercely turn away, “I… never want to forget her.” “Don’t get my hopes up.” Dad looked over his shoulder at me. “But you’ll have another one in no time. I’m sure of it.” A lady stood in the far corner of the room, as regal as a queen, with a perfect posture to match. She wore a trim and proper red turtleneck sweater, a modest gray skirt, and a black belt that tied the whole look together.
Her face, though marred by wrinkles, was beautiful, her pale skin contrasting with the deep red of her lips, her eyes ice blue, and her nose perfectly straight.
Her hair was black, treated perfectly well by its owner, reaching her shoulders then curling in at the ends. Not a hair was out of place, or a single flaw in her appearance.
Foregoing the shower, I ran into my closet and shut the door, not wanting Damian to see me undressing more than he already has. I slipped into some skinny jeans and a green tank top and ran out of the closet, grabbing my backpack. Heather got off of me and stood in front of James. Man, how can this dude not see the love glint in Heather’s eyes? “I was trying to help her get ready for her date with Dyla, Date Asian Free…
” Her voice was like innocent little girl who just stole a cookie.
“She wouldn’t get dress.”