Hafsa looked away
Alejandro was looking right at her
"Don't say it."
"I wasn't going to."
"I can see it in your eyes. I can read the planes of your skin like if the words were scratched in them. I know what you want to say."
Alejandro took her hand. Hafsa nearly slapped it, but at the last moment, her defenses seemed to drop - she let his hand rest in hers. Behind her many doubts, Alejandro sensed, rather than saw something, that wasn't said, something he didn't see before - or maybe it was there all along, and they've been dancing around the flames without drawing warmth from the fire. The fire everyone needed to survive.
"Hafsa, I understand. I won't say it."
She finally directed her gaze to him - a deep, chilling gaze that was a hundred years old. The deepest black color, which absorbed all light and emotions. But through the surface, he saw the beauty of the darkness. Alejandro didn't retreat.
When she finally spoke, her lips moved slowly, but a certain shakiness betrayed her last words.
"It's not enough."
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The Bond Created
Teen FictionWhen Alejandro, the new kid in the city, first encounters Hafsa, it left them both stunned - and uncertain of who the other was.
