iamtheotherwoman09
*ONGOING*
HE WAS HER EVERYTHING.
It was the catching of each other's eyes, the brilliant smiles, the eruption of laughter; the similar interests, the relatable experiences, the pages ripped out from their life stories and passed to share; the suggestive smirks, the discreet touches, the silent desires.
It inevitably pulled them together with a magnetic force.
The attraction of two toxic forces. The same ends of a magnet because the desire to be, to become inseparable never transpired.
The forces that had once been and never continued.
And he became her nothing.
Eight months and her life functioned around her. She was forced to live in a mechanical world, rolling through the days on an extensive conveyor belt. There was the responsibilities, the fiance, the insufferable wish to just fucking move on.
But his presence lingered and wouldn't go away, still in her thoughts like a nagging pest. A nuisance to her new relationship.
There would be a time when they could simply be. When their worlds would meet. Their unmistakable attraction like an invisible thread, sewing them together into one piece, and she would no longer have to spend her days just thinking about him.
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