He grabbed my hand. "Katie, just listen-"
"No, just shh," I told him, pressing my finger against his lips. "I just wanna know one thing."
He gazed into my eyes with his own. His own soft, deep blue eyes that I worked so hard not to fall in love with, just for him to go and ruin it. "Yeah?"
I let out a sigh. "Will you be there for me?"
It was a simple question really, but with as much as we've been through, I know that's not how he took it. I know he understood.
"Always."
His stare became too intense, I couldn't look at his eyes any longer. My gaze turned to a piece of lint on his shirt that I rubbed off while a single tear trickled down my cheek.
He tipped my chin up."Why would you ever think otherwise?"
I opened my mouth to speak, but there was nothing to say. He'd been there for me this long, hadn't he?
I slowly leaned in and pressed my lips to his, and he reached his hand up, ruffling through my hair. And suddenly, it was okay.
But maybe that was just because I was with him.
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inspired.
Randomin this book you'll find little scenes that i write when i'm feeling inspired, just not in the book i'm writing. i write them a lot and i think maybe it could be useful, because they're basically like writing prompts. they're also fun to read becaus...
