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Those were the days | lirry - book 2 | on hold.

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Word-count: 1400+ 

- Jane

Maybe it was the thought of seeing him again that kind of scared me. I had never experienced such panic before. It came to mind that he actually wanted to see me and that's what triggered my legs to move in the direction of my car.

 I had my fingers wrapped tightly around the letter as I ran to my car, frozen in mind and stunned. I had been too daring. I should've chosen a better place to watch him, but I just had to sit so close to his presence, didn't I?

 I sat in my car, simply just breathing, and thought for a moment of what the letter actually said. He stated that he loves me and that he wants to talk. Catch up. It's what I've wanted for so long now, but it's still too soon somehow in my mind.

 I started my car, afraid that I might be spotted acting like a weirdo in the parking lot, and drove away from the city and its madness. It had me go nuts, I swear. A kind of nuts I normally enjoyed, because of its beauty, but now the insanity overpowered the greatness.

 I drove along the same road as before and noticed that the man was still by the side of it. He seemed frustrated and upset from my point of view, so I decided to stop. I immediately noticed that he recognized me from when I drove past before and a somewhat annoyed expression spread across his face, mixed with confusion. 

 I parked behind him and got out of my own car. He was leaning against the side of his car with his arms crossed over his chest. 

 "You need any help, mate?" I asked and he nodded, a sigh of relief coming from his lips. 

 "Yeah... I need to borrow a phone. Mine's out of battery and I've always been too cheap to buy myself a car-charger," the lad said and I laughed before fishing up my phone from my back-pocket. Handing it to him I felt him stare at me curiously. "Trusting a stranger, are we?" 

 "It's not like I haven't done it before," I mumbled, mostly to myself, and he started dialing a number. 

 "Hey, mate. My car broke down and I'm right outside of town. Can you come get me?" 

 I observed him as he talked; watched his muscles flex and his tongue run over his bottom lip. I had grown into an observer and every detail on his body was making its mark in my mind. 

 "But, can't it wait? I mean, twenty minutes isn't that big of a deal," the man continued and frowned at whatever response he got. "Yeah, okay. Thanks anyway." 

 He gave me my phone back and searched his pockets for something. I didn't question his call and stood there awkwardly instead. It was cold outside, the icy air was forming an shield around the warmth of my body and the constant reddened skin was starting to annoy me. 

 "Are you going to be alright?" 

 "Yeah, don't worry. Thank you, though."

 "Come here Whiskers," I said to my cat after taking off my coat. 

 I was standing in my hallway and waiting for the kitten to come to me. He was new in my home, someone that removed the loneliness I felt. He's a cute one as well, so that's a bonus. 

 The little kitten came running a bit awkwardly from the living room to get his daily dose of milk. I had grown to love the little fella over the two weeks I've had him here. I didn't even plan on buying company, but he was just there, you know? When I walked past the window and saw him sit there, my body simply went into the pet-shop and bought him. 

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