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I nodded.
“Anytime.”
Anytime you need me, I’ll be here.
On the tip of my tongue, I was about to remind her of the smudged makeup on her face. There was no time, though, as she was intent on leaving. So, reaching my thumb out, I went to wipe away the mixture of tears and makeup off her face.
I was granted the first swipe.
The pad of my thumb slid just below her eye. Slowly. Cautiously. I tried my best to remove it, but became too lost in the feel of her skin.
So damn soft.
But just as quickly as I had wiped away remnants of her sadness, she ceased the moment by standing.
Shit.
Her back was to me and I knew she was busy wiping away what was left on her face.
I wanted to look back. Tell her what I did was a mistake, but it wasn’t. It was the furthest thing from a mistake. I followed her inside, but I didn’t.
“Hey, Mal?” she said from behind me, causing me to turn around a little too eagerly.
“Yeah?”
“The Woman in White. It’s a thriller I read a while ago. Not sure if it would be something you’re interested in, but maybe you could…”
“I’ll check it out,” I answered quickly and again too keenly. I couldn’t help it, though. I was under her spell from the short time we’ve been out here.
I’d do anything she asked or wanted.
“Okay, cool.” She smiled back. She hesitated a few seconds as if she wanted to say more. Then with the quick, unsure wave of her hand, she spun back around and disappeared back into the house.
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Blue’s Words
Blog Entry #6:
My best friend is having a little baby boy. I couldn’t be more happier for her and the little family she created. We celebrated over the weekend, and although I knew it was going to be hard, I didn’t anticipate just how hard it would be.
Seeing her so happy and in love… I envied her.
I knew that my feelings were valid, I just wish I wouldn’t have felt so bitter on her special day.
Please tell me that’s a normal response?
If it weren’t for Mr. Hockey showing up, I would’ve been a mess of emotions the rest of the day. He listened to me. Talked with me as if he actually wanted to be with me.
Making me feel better. And I think that maybe… That there was a moment where he could have, or wanted to… Kiss me. But I could be wrong and I probably was, but I feel like if he would have tried, I wouldn’t have pulled away…
Each day that passed became more confusing. Mal still watched over me, of course, and pretended like we were destined to be enemies, but lately here, I’m finding out that might not be true anymore. Ever since he chased after me at Kate and James’s gender reveal party, our relationship seemed to have taken a shift. He stares at me longer and heavier than usual. I even from time to time catch him smiling at me for no reason. It’s a sight to see but before I can even react to it, it quickly falls from his face.
A part of me yearned for more of the comforting Mal. The one who talked to me when he didn’t have to. The one who was worried about me. It felt nice having a conversation that didn’t end in an argument for once but he had yet to talk to me again.
It was beyond frustrating.
