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Alania's thought 12/21

I was doing my homework one night in my room upstairs when I heard a sound coming from my window. At first, I thought it was the wind outside that made the window shudder but then a few seconds later, another sound followed. It was as if someone was throwing something at my window.

I opened my window and to much surprise and shock, saw you standing in my garden with a handful of stones. The lamppost beside you casted a beautiful orangish hue over your face and it illuminated an ethereal yellowish-brown.

For the first time, you didn't look you.

You looked like an angel.

You looked angelic.

You climbed up the pipe as my heart raced in fear of being caught but once you were up and inside my room, the hug you engulfed me in calmed me down. Your relaxed muscles and abs when made contact with my own body... elicited sparks in my stomach. I felt an unusual rush I had never felt before.

As you continued to wrap me in your arms, one hand of yours started brushing my hair. The feeling was soft yet it made me feel a bit nervous inside. As if that smoothness had some deeper meaning to it.

A meaning I couldn't decipher.

That night, I locked my door so that my mother could not walk in all of a sudden. The two of us talked, laughed, I sneaked some snacks into my room from the kitchen for you and we spent a lovely time together.

Until the two of us were sitting dangerously close to each other to a point when I guess it must have made you needy because the next moment, you had straddled me against your lap.

The limit that I had never crossed—that limit of the sparks burst into pieces and what was left of me wasn't a clueless naive girl who didn't know the meaning of what was happening. I realised what you wanted to do and let it happen.

Maybe it was because I wanted that to happen too.

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