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*Arvi OS:Painful Love*
Purvi is the type of person who likes hugs and
kisses. Cuddles and touches. But Arjun isn't. And
sadly, she doesn't know. She greets him as she
slides in his car. Then, leaning
over, she kisses him while wrapping her arms
around his neck. He doesn't respond at first, but when he does there
isn't much enthusiasm behind it. She thinks she
understands. A make out session in
his car, in front of her house where her parents
might be spying on then, is probably not a good
idea. He retracts a bit. But her left hand lingers on his face
and traces his well-set cheekbone. He offers her a
small smile and then pulls back to
start the car. She looks at him admiringly while he
drives. She likes looking at him and touching him
whenever she can. He is just so perfect that she wants to make sure that he really is real and he is all
hers. She reminds him of his coming birthday,
squealing
her excitement She then asks what his plan is. She
holds his hand that rests on the gearshift. He
doesn't recoil, but he seems uncomfortable with her hand holding his. But there is no reason for him
to be uncomfortable.
She is his girlfriend. They've been dating for almost
a year now. He needs be used to it. But
unfortunately, he isn't. As his girlfriend, she wants
to make his birthday as fun and awesome as possible. She ponders for a bit
and thinks along the lines of a beach party. The car
suddenly stops, signalling that they are at
school. The drive from her house to the school isn't
that long. It only takes about five minutes max. She
can even walk if she wants to. "We're here," he announces. He gets out of the car
and waits for her outside. She comes out of the car
slower than him because
her mind is still occupied with thinking of ideas for
his birthday. He touches her arm to catch her
attention and says she doesn't need to worry because his mom is
taking care of it. He is lying. But she doesn't know.
She holds his arm as they walk towards the school.
Not just his hand but all of his arm, simply because
she likes touching him. He disentangles himself
from her hold as they approach their respective lockers. After getting out
her books, she walks towards
him. She gives him a hug as they part for their
different classes. This is her routine, a hug before
the school day starts. Lunch rolls around. She finds
him sitting on their usual table and sits beside him. He doesn't notice
her at first. So she nudges him. He
gives her a tight smile and turns to talk to his
friends. She ignores the way he is ignoring her
simply
because she does not know he is ignoring her. So she busies herself by playing with his hand. He
stiffens at first. She is happy to think that he is
affected by her
actions. Really, he stiffens because he does not
want her
playing with his hands like that. He surreptitiously moves his hand, pretending to
get some food. But in reality he just wants to free
himself from her. She ignores this because she
doesn't know. Lunch finishes and they both get up
to leave. They
are both in the same class, their only class together. She holds his hand as they walk down the hallway.
As they enter the classroom, there are two seats
saved especially just for them. This is a given. He
groans inwardly as he sees this. But she doesn't
know. The class starts and from time to time she
reaches out to touch. He doesn't like this but she doesn't
know. At the end of the day, he says he cannot give
her a
ride home because he has soccer practice and that
his coach needs to talk to him. She says it's okay
and that she can always hitch a ride from her best friend. She gives him a hug and a
kiss to end the day. The truth is, he does have
soccer practice but it is
only going to be for half an hour. Just short
enough for her to wait. He just doesn't want to
spend the rest of the afternoon with her, which would be the result of a
ride home with her. But she doesn't know. . . . His
birthday party comes around. She thinks it will
be a different kind of party since his mom has
organized it for him. But it isn't. It is a normal
teenager party at his house. The truth is that his mom is not in charge of the
party. But she doesn't know. Her friends pick her
up so they can all come
together to the party. As they arrive, music is
blazing out loud. She tries to
look for him in the mass of people that are loitering around in his massive house. It's kind of hard to
find him. There're just too many
people and she does not even know more than
half of them. She walks around for a couple of
hours saying hi
and hello to some people and sometimes stopping by to socialize. But her main mission is to find him
and wish him a
happy birthday. She had tried calling him the night
before, at exactly
midnight, so that she could be the first one to greet
him. He answered the call but all she could hear was a grumble. So she decided then to let him
sleep. It's his birthday, after all. And now, she wants
to find him and finally greet
him properly. But the truth is, he is ignoring her.
Trying to stay
away from her for a little while. But she doesn't know. She finally finds him, sitting on one of the
stools
with his best friend. They're in the kitchen and it's
just the two of them.
She knows for a fact that the kitchen is a restricted
area since his mom loves to cook and he doesn't want people trashing it. "Where's your other half?
Haven't seen her around
since I've gotten here," his best friend asks him. She
is about to walk in on them when she hears
him sigh. A painful sigh. She stands in the doorway
with his back on her. But his best friend can probably see her if he'd just
divert his attention to the shadow looming in the
doorway. But his best friend's forehead creases
worriedly so
he does not see her. "I don't know, dude," he says.
"I'm just trying to stay away from her for a little while. She's just too
clingy. I can't even walk for five seconds without
her hugging me or touching me. It's getting
irritating." After hearing this all she can think is,
"Oh." Oh. She does not cry, but she can feel the pain
inside. Her heart is constricting and suddenly she can't
breathe properly. She can't see his face but she can
see that his best
friend is looking at him incredulously. "What the
f**k, dude? What is wrong with you?
You're the luckiest man alive. I mean, she's perfect. Enough said. What more could you ask for?" His
best friend's gaze then flickers on her. She shakes
her head as if saying, "Please, don't tell
him." Luckily, his best friend understands. Nothing
is said between him and his best friend
after that. So she turns and leaves. . . . She goes home after the incident. She calls her dad
saying that she's not feeling well. Her dad comes by
and picks her up. He sees that
something is wrong with his daughter. But her dad
never asks. He's never been a man of
many words. He knows that her daughter is old enough to
handle any situation. And if she needs help, he
knows that she is not the type of person who
would think twice before asking. . . . He comes back
to the party. He is actually having
fun. He doesn't even notice that she isn't there anymore. After a while, he gets bored. When left
with nothing
to do, he tries looking for her. He asks her best
friend. She says she doesn't know
and that she has not seen her since they got here.
He gets slightly worried. He asks his best friend if he has seen her. His best
friend looks unsure but he says he did and that she
might just be around somewhere. He nods and tries
to go look for her again. But then, the crowd pulls
him in. People start
chanting, "Happy birthday!" He looks for her in the mass of people. But he can't
find her. And then drinks are passed around.
Before he
knows it, he's drunk and has forgotten about
her. . . . He does not hear anything from her during
the weekend. He's sick due to a hangover Saturday so
he doesn't
have the energy to call her, let alone go see her. He
doesn't try to contact her on Sunday because he
knows he'll be seeing her the next day anyway. For
him, it's nice to have a little break sometimes. . . . Meanwhile, she stays at home and invites her best
friend over on Saturday afternoon. She tells her
best friend everything that happened. Her best
friend listens while she talks. But she is
rather distracted why she isn't crying. Her best
friend looks into her eyes and sees that her eyes don't need to cry because all her tears are
being used up by her heart. She says she does not
want to break up with him.
And that she'll just try to be less…clingy. Her best
friend argues that that is not right. He must
accept her for who she is and if he doesn't then he doesn't deserve her. But she argues that she does
not want to lose him.
And that she will do anything just so she can keep
him. It's selfish, she knows. But this is love. . . .
Monday comes around and he comes by her house
to pick her up. After not seeing her for the last two days, he kind of misses her. Her mom opens the
door and tells him that she
already left and that her dad has given her a ride.
He nods politely and left. He feels a bit disappointed,
but he can't do anything
about it. He arrives at school and goes to his locker. Only a
few meters away, looking perfect, she's there. He
jogs down towards where she is. She doesn't
notice immediately that he is right
beside her. She slams her locker shut . He is leaning
on a locker next to hers with a grin imprinted on his glorious face. That should have
been be the perfect moment for
her to jump to his arms and kiss him. But she
doesn't do any of that. Instead, she opts for
the less clingy way. "Hey," she says with a pathetic
wave of her hand. And that is how both of their days start. She still sits next to him at lunch and in
their one
class together. But she doesn't touch him. Not even
once. Even if she badly wants to. He doesn't even
notice anything's going on. He
doesn't even ask why she wasn't at his birthday party. She thinks he must be really sick of her.
When the school finishes, he does not get the
chance to see her. He receives a message saying
that her dad is going
to pick her up. . . . Tuesday comes around and the
same thing happens again between the two of them. Her father
gives her a ride to school after informing
him the night before that he doesn't need to pick
her up. He sees her at school and comes by to her.
"Hey,"
he says. "Hi," she replies. He is surprised by her feeble reply. "What? Where's
my hug?" He extends his arms for her. "Um, sorry I
forgot," she says lamely. She hugs him. But he
frowns anyway. She never forgets to hug
him. Especially in the morning. At lunch he starts
noticing her odd behavior only because her arm is brushing his. He feels a familiar
tingling sensation. He thinks she may just be in a
bad mood today. He realizes how long it's been
since she last kissed
him. And he suddenly wants to kiss her right then
and there. But he doesn't. She starts feeling depressed. Her arm is brushing
his. She is doing this on purpose to gauge a
reaction from him. To tease him. But he doesn't do
anything. She thinks that maybe he really does not
want her.
He doesn't want her enough to make the first move to touch her. At lunch, they are both invited to a
party. He asks
her if she wants to go. She declines the offer but
tells him that he can still
go if he wants. He nods and turns to his friends to
accept the invitation. . . . At the party, he's certainly not having
fun. He keeps
thinking about her. How she's not by his side and
how he misses her. He goes home not even
bothering to say hi to the
host. . . . The next day, he picks her up in the morning. When she gets in the car, she greets him.
He frowns because he is expecting a hug. But it
never comes. She's silent during the rest of the ride.
This makes
him uncomfortable. But he does not know what to
do. He notices how she does not touch him as much
anymore. No—she does not touch him at all. During
their only class, one of their usual saved
seats is occupied. But there are two vacant seats at
the back corner of
the room and the rest of the vacant seats are only for one. He sees an unfamiliar face in his usual seat.
He
thinks he must be a new kid. So he does not know
that that seat is theirs. "I'll just sit here," she says,
pointing to her usual
seat beside the new kid. He turns to her and frowns again. They are never
separate in this class. It's their only class with each
other so she usually makes sure they sit together.
He sits on one of the vacant seats nearest to her as
possible. At one point during the class where the
teacher has gone off somewhere, he sees her talking to the
new kid. She smiles her one-of-a-kind smile and
offers her
hand to introduce herself. He frowns again. He does
not want to admit it but
he is jealous. He does not like other guys touching his girl no matter how innocent. After school, he
sees her waiting for him near the
entrance of the school. Her back is to him, so he
wraps his arms in front of
her. She tilts her head to meet his eyes. "What's
up?" he asks. "Nothing much," she replies, but she can't
help but
feel the warmth of his body so close to hers. It's
been too long. He dips his head lower to meet hers.
She hesitates for a bit and he can feel it. She is trying
to hold back because she's scared that if she starts kissing him like before, it might scare him away
again. She can't let that happen. She wants him too
much.
She does not want to lose him. They kiss for a while
but neither of them is satisfied. . . . "I'm scared," he
says to his best friend. He feels like she is slipping away and he misses her. "Scared of what?" his best
friend asks. "I feel like she wants to break up with
me and I
don't want her to," he tells him. "What do you
mean? I thought you guys already
talked," his best friend says. "Talked about what?" he questions. "She didn't tell you, did she?" his best
friend asks
after sighing. He can only shake his head as he
grows more and
more confused what his best friend is talking
about. "God, you're both idiots. Especially you. This is all
mainly your fault." Then his best friend finally tells
him everything. After hearing the story, he feels like
crying. . . . She's been hurting. After a week, her
arms are
aching to hug him, to touch him, to feel him. But she can't. She's been holding back. And she's not sure
she
can do it anymore. It's not that he isn't worth it. It's
just that she's come
to a conclusion that maybe, maybe they're not
really for each other. It hurts her too much. It just hurts. . . . She is sitting by her bed when he barges
in. He kneels in front of her and buries his head on
her
lap. "I'm sorry. I want you. I want you back," he
sobs. She feels tears on her jeans. She is not sure
what they mean but she does not like seeing him like
this. She strokes his hair and tries to soothe him.
When he is calm, they talk. He says he is sorry for
everything and that her
wants her. All of her. He likes her for who she is; he
does not want her to change. He is stupid for thinking that she is too clingy. He regrets all the
words he said before. She can't help but cry too. He
said that not because he doesn't like her
touching him—he's a guy and just like any other
guy, he likes physical attention. He loves it. He loves
her touches, her hugs and her kisses. It just became too much, too scary for him. But now
he realizes that nothing is scarier than losing her in
his life. Although he can't promise that it'll never be
too much or too scary for him again, she knows
that he'll try. And that's what matters. "I love you,"
they both say at the same time after everything has been said. And then, she hugs him
while he cups her face and
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*Arvi OS:Painful Love*
Purvi is the type of person who likes hugs and
kisses. Cuddles and touches. But Arjun isn't. And
sadly, she doesn't know. She greets him as she
slides in his car. Then, leaning
over, she kisses him while wrapping her arms
around his neck. He doesn't respond at first, but when he does there
isn't much enthusiasm behind it. She thinks she
understands. A make out session in
his car, in front of her house where her parents
might be spying on then, is probably not a good
idea. He retracts a bit. But her left hand lingers on his face
and traces his well-set cheekbone. He offers her a
small smile and then pulls back to
start the car. She looks at him admiringly while he
drives. She likes looking at him and touching him
whenever she can. He is just so perfect that she wants to make sure that he really is real and he is all
hers. She reminds him of his coming birthday,
squealing
her excitement She then asks what his plan is. She
holds his hand that rests on the gearshift. He
doesn't recoil, but he seems uncomfortable with her hand holding his. But there is no reason for him
to be uncomfortable.
She is his girlfriend. They've been dating for almost
a year now. He needs be used to it. But
unfortunately, he isn't. As his girlfriend, she wants
to make his birthday as fun and awesome as possible. She ponders for a bit
and thinks along the lines of a beach party. The car
suddenly stops, signalling that they are at
school. The drive from her house to the school isn't
that long. It only takes about five minutes max. She
can even walk if she wants to. "We're here," he announces. He gets out of the car
and waits for her outside. She comes out of the car
slower than him because
her mind is still occupied with thinking of ideas for
his birthday. He touches her arm to catch her
attention and says she doesn't need to worry because his mom is
taking care of it. He is lying. But she doesn't know.
She holds his arm as they walk towards the school.
Not just his hand but all of his arm, simply because
she likes touching him. He disentangles himself
from her hold as they approach their respective lockers. After getting out
her books, she walks towards
him. She gives him a hug as they part for their
different classes. This is her routine, a hug before
the school day starts. Lunch rolls around. She finds
him sitting on their usual table and sits beside him. He doesn't notice
her at first. So she nudges him. He
gives her a tight smile and turns to talk to his
friends. She ignores the way he is ignoring her
simply
because she does not know he is ignoring her. So she busies herself by playing with his hand. He
stiffens at first. She is happy to think that he is
affected by her
actions. Really, he stiffens because he does not
want her
playing with his hands like that. He surreptitiously moves his hand, pretending to
get some food. But in reality he just wants to free
himself from her. She ignores this because she
doesn't know. Lunch finishes and they both get up
to leave. They
are both in the same class, their only class together. She holds his hand as they walk down the hallway.
As they enter the classroom, there are two seats
saved especially just for them. This is a given. He
groans inwardly as he sees this. But she doesn't
know. The class starts and from time to time she
reaches out to touch. He doesn't like this but she doesn't
know. At the end of the day, he says he cannot give
her a
ride home because he has soccer practice and that
his coach needs to talk to him. She says it's okay
and that she can always hitch a ride from her best friend. She gives him a hug and a
kiss to end the day. The truth is, he does have
soccer practice but it is
only going to be for half an hour. Just short
enough for her to wait. He just doesn't want to
spend the rest of the afternoon with her, which would be the result of a
ride home with her. But she doesn't know. . . . His
birthday party comes around. She thinks it will
be a different kind of party since his mom has
organized it for him. But it isn't. It is a normal
teenager party at his house. The truth is that his mom is not in charge of the
party. But she doesn't know. Her friends pick her
up so they can all come
together to the party. As they arrive, music is
blazing out loud. She tries to
look for him in the mass of people that are loitering around in his massive house. It's kind of hard to
find him. There're just too many
people and she does not even know more than
half of them. She walks around for a couple of
hours saying hi
and hello to some people and sometimes stopping by to socialize. But her main mission is to find him
and wish him a
happy birthday. She had tried calling him the night
before, at exactly
midnight, so that she could be the first one to greet
him. He answered the call but all she could hear was a grumble. So she decided then to let him
sleep. It's his birthday, after all. And now, she wants
to find him and finally greet
him properly. But the truth is, he is ignoring her.
Trying to stay
away from her for a little while. But she doesn't know. She finally finds him, sitting on one of the
stools
with his best friend. They're in the kitchen and it's
just the two of them.
She knows for a fact that the kitchen is a restricted
area since his mom loves to cook and he doesn't want people trashing it. "Where's your other half?
Haven't seen her around
since I've gotten here," his best friend asks him. She
is about to walk in on them when she hears
him sigh. A painful sigh. She stands in the doorway
with his back on her. But his best friend can probably see her if he'd just
divert his attention to the shadow looming in the
doorway. But his best friend's forehead creases
worriedly so
he does not see her. "I don't know, dude," he says.
"I'm just trying to stay away from her for a little while. She's just too
clingy. I can't even walk for five seconds without
her hugging me or touching me. It's getting
irritating." After hearing this all she can think is,
"Oh." Oh. She does not cry, but she can feel the pain
inside. Her heart is constricting and suddenly she can't
breathe properly. She can't see his face but she can
see that his best
friend is looking at him incredulously. "What the
f**k, dude? What is wrong with you?
You're the luckiest man alive. I mean, she's perfect. Enough said. What more could you ask for?" His
best friend's gaze then flickers on her. She shakes
her head as if saying, "Please, don't tell
him." Luckily, his best friend understands. Nothing
is said between him and his best friend
after that. So she turns and leaves. . . . She goes home after the incident. She calls her dad
saying that she's not feeling well. Her dad comes by
and picks her up. He sees that
something is wrong with his daughter. But her dad
never asks. He's never been a man of
many words. He knows that her daughter is old enough to
handle any situation. And if she needs help, he
knows that she is not the type of person who
would think twice before asking. . . . He comes back
to the party. He is actually having
fun. He doesn't even notice that she isn't there anymore. After a while, he gets bored. When left
with nothing
to do, he tries looking for her. He asks her best
friend. She says she doesn't know
and that she has not seen her since they got here.
He gets slightly worried. He asks his best friend if he has seen her. His best
friend looks unsure but he says he did and that she
might just be around somewhere. He nods and tries
to go look for her again. But then, the crowd pulls
him in. People start
chanting, "Happy birthday!" He looks for her in the mass of people. But he can't
find her. And then drinks are passed around.
Before he
knows it, he's drunk and has forgotten about
her. . . . He does not hear anything from her during
the weekend. He's sick due to a hangover Saturday so
he doesn't
have the energy to call her, let alone go see her. He
doesn't try to contact her on Sunday because he
knows he'll be seeing her the next day anyway. For
him, it's nice to have a little break sometimes. . . . Meanwhile, she stays at home and invites her best
friend over on Saturday afternoon. She tells her
best friend everything that happened. Her best
friend listens while she talks. But she is
rather distracted why she isn't crying. Her best
friend looks into her eyes and sees that her eyes don't need to cry because all her tears are
being used up by her heart. She says she does not
want to break up with him.
And that she'll just try to be less…clingy. Her best
friend argues that that is not right. He must
accept her for who she is and if he doesn't then he doesn't deserve her. But she argues that she does
not want to lose him.
And that she will do anything just so she can keep
him. It's selfish, she knows. But this is love. . . .
Monday comes around and he comes by her house
to pick her up. After not seeing her for the last two days, he kind of misses her. Her mom opens the
door and tells him that she
already left and that her dad has given her a ride.
He nods politely and left. He feels a bit disappointed,
but he can't do anything
about it. He arrives at school and goes to his locker. Only a
few meters away, looking perfect, she's there. He
jogs down towards where she is. She doesn't
notice immediately that he is right
beside her. She slams her locker shut . He is leaning
on a locker next to hers with a grin imprinted on his glorious face. That should have
been be the perfect moment for
her to jump to his arms and kiss him. But she
doesn't do any of that. Instead, she opts for
the less clingy way. "Hey," she says with a pathetic
wave of her hand. And that is how both of their days start. She still sits next to him at lunch and in
their one
class together. But she doesn't touch him. Not even
once. Even if she badly wants to. He doesn't even
notice anything's going on. He
doesn't even ask why she wasn't at his birthday party. She thinks he must be really sick of her.
When the school finishes, he does not get the
chance to see her. He receives a message saying
that her dad is going
to pick her up. . . . Tuesday comes around and the
same thing happens again between the two of them. Her father
gives her a ride to school after informing
him the night before that he doesn't need to pick
her up. He sees her at school and comes by to her.
"Hey,"
he says. "Hi," she replies. He is surprised by her feeble reply. "What? Where's
my hug?" He extends his arms for her. "Um, sorry I
forgot," she says lamely. She hugs him. But he
frowns anyway. She never forgets to hug
him. Especially in the morning. At lunch he starts
noticing her odd behavior only because her arm is brushing his. He feels a familiar
tingling sensation. He thinks she may just be in a
bad mood today. He realizes how long it's been
since she last kissed
him. And he suddenly wants to kiss her right then
and there. But he doesn't. She starts feeling depressed. Her arm is brushing
his. She is doing this on purpose to gauge a
reaction from him. To tease him. But he doesn't do
anything. She thinks that maybe he really does not
want her.
He doesn't want her enough to make the first move to touch her. At lunch, they are both invited to a
party. He asks
her if she wants to go. She declines the offer but
tells him that he can still
go if he wants. He nods and turns to his friends to
accept the invitation. . . . At the party, he's certainly not having
fun. He keeps
thinking about her. How she's not by his side and
how he misses her. He goes home not even
bothering to say hi to the
host. . . . The next day, he picks her up in the morning. When she gets in the car, she greets him.
He frowns because he is expecting a hug. But it
never comes. She's silent during the rest of the ride.
This makes
him uncomfortable. But he does not know what to
do. He notices how she does not touch him as much
anymore. No—she does not touch him at all. During
their only class, one of their usual saved
seats is occupied. But there are two vacant seats at
the back corner of
the room and the rest of the vacant seats are only for one. He sees an unfamiliar face in his usual seat.
He
thinks he must be a new kid. So he does not know
that that seat is theirs. "I'll just sit here," she says,
pointing to her usual
seat beside the new kid. He turns to her and frowns again. They are never
separate in this class. It's their only class with each
other so she usually makes sure they sit together.
He sits on one of the vacant seats nearest to her as
possible. At one point during the class where the
teacher has gone off somewhere, he sees her talking to the
new kid. She smiles her one-of-a-kind smile and
offers her
hand to introduce herself. He frowns again. He does
not want to admit it but
he is jealous. He does not like other guys touching his girl no matter how innocent. After school, he
sees her waiting for him near the
entrance of the school. Her back is to him, so he
wraps his arms in front of
her. She tilts her head to meet his eyes. "What's
up?" he asks. "Nothing much," she replies, but she can't
help but
feel the warmth of his body so close to hers. It's
been too long. He dips his head lower to meet hers.
She hesitates for a bit and he can feel it. She is trying
to hold back because she's scared that if she starts kissing him like before, it might scare him away
again. She can't let that happen. She wants him too
much.
She does not want to lose him. They kiss for a while
but neither of them is satisfied. . . . "I'm scared," he
says to his best friend. He feels like she is slipping away and he misses her. "Scared of what?" his best
friend asks. "I feel like she wants to break up with
me and I
don't want her to," he tells him. "What do you
mean? I thought you guys already
talked," his best friend says. "Talked about what?" he questions. "She didn't tell you, did she?" his best
friend asks
after sighing. He can only shake his head as he
grows more and
more confused what his best friend is talking
about. "God, you're both idiots. Especially you. This is all
mainly your fault." Then his best friend finally tells
him everything. After hearing the story, he feels like
crying. . . . She's been hurting. After a week, her
arms are
aching to hug him, to touch him, to feel him. But she can't. She's been holding back. And she's not sure
she
can do it anymore. It's not that he isn't worth it. It's
just that she's come
to a conclusion that maybe, maybe they're not
really for each other. It hurts her too much. It just hurts. . . . She is sitting by her bed when he barges
in. He kneels in front of her and buries his head on
her
lap. "I'm sorry. I want you. I want you back," he
sobs. She feels tears on her jeans. She is not sure
what they mean but she does not like seeing him like
this. She strokes his hair and tries to soothe him.
When he is calm, they talk. He says he is sorry for
everything and that her
wants her. All of her. He likes her for who she is; he
does not want her to change. He is stupid for thinking that she is too clingy. He regrets all the
words he said before. She can't help but cry too. He
said that not because he doesn't like her
touching him—he's a guy and just like any other
guy, he likes physical attention. He loves it. He loves
her touches, her hugs and her kisses. It just became too much, too scary for him. But now
he realizes that nothing is scarier than losing her in
his life. Although he can't promise that it'll never be
too much or too scary for him again, she knows
that he'll try. And that's what matters. "I love you,"
they both say at the same time after everything has been said. And then, she hugs him
while he cups her face and
kisses herHope my arvians like it.If u then pliz
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