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𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑒𝑥ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑡. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚, 𝑠𝑎𝑐𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐽𝑢𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑡, 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑, 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦, 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝐴𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑎.

𝑀𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝐺𝑜𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑥 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝑇𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑏𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘.

𝐻𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝐼 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛. 𝐼 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦. 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝐼 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒕.

I closed my book and smiled. I rubbed my eyes and got up, not bothering to put my glasses away. Last night I couldn't get much sleep due to me touching myself at the thought of Amelia.

Then I had to clean up my mess which took a while. I made me an oatmeal and fruits for breakfast with a glass of cold almond milk.

I fixed my glasses and took a seat. I took a bite of food and shrugged. I don't like oatmeal but mother would always make sure I ate. Something about being strong.

I stare at the bowl and wiped my forehead. I cleared my throat and my vission blurred. I set my spoon down and got up. I leant over the sink and exhaled.

I'm sweating? My heart.

I touched my chest and I could feel the vibrations of my rapid heartbeat.

Oh fuck, I'm having one of those moments.

But why now? What was even the cause for this reaction? Either way I need to breathe!

I stumble out of my kitchen and my chest tightened. The thumping in my ears made it known that I'm still alive but I don't feel like I am.

I felt the cool air on my skin and realized that I'm now outside.

Come on Eddy, breathe. Breathe. Fucking breathe!

I dropped to the floor and hit my chest, letting out a war cry. I can't feel myself breathe. And again, I don't know my reason for a sudden break like this, but it's happening.

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