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"You answer my question first." I shout at him, annoyed and concerned at the same instant.
He breathes, calming himself down and asks in a softer voice, "What do you want to know?'
I lower my voice too and ask, " What are you doing here?"
He hesitates a second, pondering over the answer. Then he shrugs a weeny bit before muttering, "I was looking for you. You worried me with that statement on top of the tower."
I am angry, but I can't stop blushing. Its been so long since I last felt so loved.
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Blue
Short StoryHer solace was the tears she shed in the middle of the night, when she knew there was no one to listen to her sobs or notice her wet pillow.. He found salvation in the blood that often oozed out of his hand. When their paths meet, will the blood be...
