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Song in the media is Shallow by Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper. Perfect for these two❤️.
"We can't live on Without the rhythm" *
The moment I stepped into the room, I panicked. Dread gripped my chest with it's cold, electric claws and squeezed my heart, draining all the blood out of me.
She wasn't in the room like I left her, but her purse was on my desk and my jacket, the one I had given her, was on the bed.
We had parted ways, deciding to freshen up. She had the bathroom here all to herself, while I used the spare one down the hall.
I walked into the room, my bare feet, padding onto the shiny tiles. There was no sight of her, anywhere. I gulped, feeling my heart ache. I sat on the bed and gripped my hair, hating myself for letting her affect me like this.
It felt like I hadn't let my lesson, getting so close to a stranger for no reason.
Suddenly, I smelt it... Burning nicotine. I stood up like I just got zapped in my spine and followed the scent to the balcony. I found her there, leaning against a pillar, staring out at the sea below us. She looked in awe as the seas crashed against the rocks, the shore, tidal waves, moving into the city. She was only wearing a bathrobe, she had let her hair down again, cigarette stick between her fore and middle finger.
And all I could think about was She's here. She's here. She didn't leave. She's here.
I must have made a noise because she suddenly turned to look at me. "It's really so peaceful out here." She whispered, she was looking at me in wonder and fascination like she was still staring at the sea. I decided I liked it. I liked her looking at me like this.
"I want to watch the sunrise tomorrow." She was saying, still looking at me.
I gulped. Something was fluttering it's wings in my throat and it was getting harder and harder to breathe because she was looking at me. Ya Allah! She was looking at me like I was more fascinating than the sea.
"Come inside. It's cold out." I told her, when I found my voice.
Translation: Come to my bed, I want to make out with you..
Reasoning was escaping from me. Trying to break free out of my grasp.
"I'm sorry, I should have asked if you were okay with a stranger smoking in here." She stubbed the butt of the cigarette and threw it out. And wouldn't look at me.
