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Sophia,
I don't often ask this, but how are you? How you feeling? You good? If you're wondering how I'm doing, I'm doing pretty good. My friends are telling me what I'm doing is pretty stupid and that I'm wasting my time with you. I'd like to say I'm crafting my time well enough. You've become me full focus right now and knowing that I've got your full attention makes everything better. I've finally crawled under your skin right? I've finally gotten to you right? Or am I just telling myself what I want to hear? Are you just humouring me? Alas, do me a favour; let me get under your skin.
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I pushed the letter under my pile of notes, lifting my head up slowly to mimic all the other students who seemingly paid attention to the teacher.
My fingers were trembling and I had to shove them between my thighs to stop them from shaking.
He wasn't humouring himself.
YOU ARE READING
His Words, Her Story
Short Story"Promise me this one thing - don't fall in love with me." I only knew his name. Not his story. But he knew mine. And he made sure he took a part of my life, my story, when he left.
