aidan
maybe he was never in love with eve.
maybe he was in love with the thought of her; knowing that she was his, that he was hers.
but not her.
when he kissed her, there were no fireworks. when she touched him, there was no sharp intake of breath, there was no heart fluttering inside his chest.
but being with her made him look good.
which made him sound like a dick.
but there was still something that drew her to him, there was still something that made them connect... and he couldn't figure out what it was.
he buries his head deeper into his pillow, hoping that sleep comes soon to swallow his thoughts.
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the brain project [1]
Short Story❝ am i supposed to believe that you're not still a dick? ❞ ❝ yes. ❞ ❝ no. ❞ ❝ maybe. ❞