Romans & histoires Arti Tu Me Manques

I miss you. ***

Et tu sais quoi? Moi : Non? Marmara : Eh ben, c' est Le confident parfait. Tu peux tout lui dire, il n'ira le répéter à personne. Il ne te trahira jamais. Moi : C'est intéressant. Il arrive que je me sente seule. Je n'ai pas souvent envie de déranger les gens avec mes problèmes. Marmara: Tu lis la bible ? Moi : Non! Marmara: Viens, je vais te faire cadeau d'une bible.

Fix, this Yusuf must be mine forever. We arrived at the apartment, I got off Yusuf's arms because I couldn't bear to see him sweating either. And as soon as I got to the apartment, I looked at the several types of food that were already served there. For some reason, I was whining again and looking at him with teary eyes. "Did you go out to find all this food?" I exclaimed

He has complete faith in his capabilities. “With all of that, let’s go on to—” He mutters the words, “Artemis, I have missed you so much,” In this particular environment, I can’t help but feel anxious and uneasy all the time. I am completely at a loss for words, and my shock is beyond anything I can comprehend. I have no idea what to say right now since I am completely at a loss for words.

mate. * #TBC

“The next day when he walked into the art room, I couldn't stop myself.. I threw myself into his arms, hugging him tightly. He held me close, making some joke about how he knew that I would miss him. Then we sat down to share a snickers bar and a can of dr pepper. He told me that he had a debate at another school. I told him that I missed him. After that, we were inseperable.” Gabe has to fight back an odd surge of jealusy when upon hearing her say those words. He knew that it was crazy to feel that way. He had no claim pver her. No right to feel that way. Pushing it aside, he listens her sweet voice tell him of her love for the boy.

But here also I have no choice rather ept. Every man is attracted to my body, From the outside. They said My body is as perfect as crystal but no one knows how many wounds are hidden under my thin clothes. I'm hiding the Purple ribs and the flower that blooms over my legs on the skin as fair as mine. It is easier to spot them. But with makeup, I can cover all of them up. No problem nevertheless. The marks are still there and I can feel the pain with each breath the butterflies turn into heavy Knots that are used inside my stomach and my hands doing with sweat. I have no words to say so I always quit. I am completely flooded with emotions and jumble together anger, fear, sadness.