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Exquisite. That's what he was to her. The way he smiled, the way he made her laugh, and the way he acted. He was simply exquisite. He was smart, funny, charming, and amazing.
That's why she liked him. One word to describe him? Exquisite. He didn't need to do anything fancy for her. It was undeniable that she liked him. He knew, she knew, and almost everyone knew.
All she wanted to do was to make this exquisite boy happy. It was that simple.
I arrived in front of my old house. All the memories flood back. This town, this home, these people mean nothing to me. Harsh? Yes, but it doesn't even balance out to what they did to me.
My life ended because of the inhabitants of this town. Now, I'm here for revenge.
I'm back to ruin their lives.
My palms were sweating. Just seeing him again makes my heart beat faster, my palm sweat, and my stomach consume butterflies. It’s been three months, you know. Three months since I’ve kissed those lips, hugged that body, and touched that face.
I don't know what to do, what to say, or how to react. My body tenses up. Oh, how I missed him. He just grabs my hands. "I missed you." He says as he chuckles lightly. "I missed your sweaty palms, too." "I can't take you back. And you know that." I reply with a tone of anxiety and worry. "Are you sure you can't take me back?" He smirks. He knows he's my weakness.
"You cheated on me, Aaron." I say as I jerk my hands back but he just tightens his grip around them. "I know. And I regret it." He admits as he tries to lock his eyes on mine. The moisture trapped between my hands and his caused more sweat.
"No, I don't love you anymore." I spit out. He scoffs. "That's a complete lie, Jess. You and I know it. C'mon, forgive me please?" He says as I finally lock my dark brown eyes with his light pale brown ones.
In that instant, I kiss his lips forgetting all the things he's done in the past.
I love him and I can't let him go.
He's the only boy that's ever made me sweat.
My palms were sweating. Just seeing him again made my heart beat faster, my palm sweat, and my stomach consume butterflies. It’s been three months, you know. Three moths since I’ve kissed those lips, hugged that body, and touched that face. I don't know what to do, what to say, or how to react. My body tenses up. Oh, how I missed him. He just grabs my hands. "I missed you." He says as he chuckles lightly. "I missed your sweaty palms, too." "I can't take you back. And you know that." "Are you sure you can't take me back?" He smirks. He knows he's my weakness.