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“Because you have everything I’m searching for.” I blink. “Are you ins –” “I was reading a book of numbers yesterday, and I realise I don’t have yours.” “What are you –” “Do you believe in love at first sight? Or do you want me to walk by again?” “Alec, seriously –” “Are you a parking ticket? Because you’ve got ‘fine’ written all over you.”
“Is your face from McDonalds? Because” – he pauses to wink at me – “I am lovin’ it.”
“I don’t want to spend my time hating her.”
Being so close to him makes me uncomfortable. It makes my heart race and my palms clammy. I don’t like feeling like that.
Basah
I need to start filtering what I’m saying out loud.
“You know that you can, um . . . talk to me about stuff, don’t you? I won’t laugh or anything. If you need me, I’m here.”
I need you.
Something cold and unspoken lingers in the air, weighing down upon each of our shoulders. Someone needs to talk, but nobody wants to. It sits heavy in the air above our heads, like a cloud, ready for someone to let loose the rain.
Because the guilt is never going to stop.
Forget about it, just for one night.
What will his reaction be? Will he run away from the emotionally damaged girl he’s holding, who’s been through enough crap and felt enough insecurity for a lifetime?
