The Missing Piece Of My Heart
AYAH'S POV:
As I departed from Kent, it seemed like my heart was going to explode. Suddenly, I couldn't think of anything. His presence made me feel like a slave—a dry tickle in my throat, and a tremor in my lips. In any case, where is it originating from? My heartbeat goes back to normal when I put my hand on top of it. A sigh of relief escaped me as I blew out my breath. A mental image of Kent's face, though, persisted. I felt watched, as if someone were haunting me. The depths of nighttime shadows engulfed his gaze. Like his flawless face, his pouty lips were thick and delicate. In comparison to his hair, which is both long and shiny, I am completely inadequate. The pedicab came up to our
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