He Shouldn't Have Been Standing There Gif นิยาย & เรื่องราว

meteors are raining down people are dying and there's this one guy who is currently sitting on the floor staring at the sky "n..no way why? my family, my friends why?" suddenly there's a someone standing behind him " wait somethings not right here" as he turns to look behind him he's suddenly picked up and smoothered in a hug . "master!, master!, I found you ". " wait what ? who are you and what do you have to do with me ? and let me go"

“It’d be a shame if the wrong person sees this video, wouldn’t it?” My heart stopped. The fuck?!

He was standing by the window side that revealed the sight of a beautiful view as the building stood floors above. "What are you thinking about? You know I'll be fine, right?" I smiled and took my seat. He came to join me, but he wasn't sitting. "Are you okay?" "Meg, there's a slight problem." I frowned. "Slight problem? Dude, the training is starting in about 15 minutes," I confirmed tapping my phone's screen. "Oh look, that's 13 minutes now." "Look, it's not my fault!" He sighed, "among the training participants, guess who's name is on the list?"

Him holding her like she belonged. Oh, how many times I have pictured this. And now that I was finally witnessing it, I didn’t know what to do. So I just stood there and watched them. How perfect they looked, how beautiful. If I could, I'd stop the watch and marvel at them. Before I knew it, I was pulling out my phone and took a picture of them. I was staring at the picture when he said, "Are you going to keep standing there and look at us like a peeping tom?"

"Step back." "Why?" I didn't turn around. "Is the glass a security variable? Is my proximity to it a liability you need to manage?" "This isn't funny." "I'm not laughing." I turned my head to look at him over my shoulder. He had come around the desk. He was standing six feet away, his expression doing something complicated that it almost never did. "I'm not going to jump, if that's what you're worried about. I'm not suicidal. I'm just—" My throat closed briefly. "I'm just tired of everyone deciding what I'm allowed to do and where I'm allowed to stand."

Then, after a second: not one of mine, for the record. I replied: I know. That was the point. He sent back a single laughing emoji and nothing else, and I found myself smiling at my phone again, which I immediately stopped doing. He was already there when I arrived. I noticed that. He was already there, jacket on, no phone in hand, just sitting and existing with that particular stillness of his, and he stood when he saw me come in. Not performance. Just manners. The old fashioned kind that didn’t announce themselves.

It was like a comedy show that he did not want to laugh at but could not stop watching. I cleared my throat. “Can you… wear something? You’re distracting.” “I’m just standing here,” he said, offended. “Well, stop standing like THAT!” He stared like I had told him to stop breathing. “How exactly should someone stand to not bother you?” “Less shirtless,” I snapped. He sighed loudly, but guess what? He still didn’t put on a shirt. He walked over to his suitcase, muscles moving like they had somewhere important to be. My eyes followed him on their own.

Both of his arms were pinned firmly to his sides, his stance so remarkably straight and stiff that his sharp physique was undeniable. "I'm a standee. There is no Dominic here right now. I am officially a cardboard standee," he stated solemnly. Instead of crying further, I burst into a sudden, roaring fit of laughter at his ridiculous antics. I honestly had no idea how long I spent laughing, but when I finally looked up at him, he had turned his head to look back at me, even though his body was still facing the door. "Are you not crying anymore?" he asked softly. I took a deep, stabilizing breath, wiping the remaining dampness from my cheeks.

I said and looked at the star of her name, I pulled my phone to take a picture but there was an obese guy standing on it. "Excuse me, can you move please?" I asked the guy, he turned around with two hot dogs on his hand and tomato sauce on his lips. "Nah bro, leave me alone." He said to me and turned around. "What the fuck is wrong?" Nate asked as he looked at the obese guy who wouldn't move and made me pissed, again. "This shitface won't move." I gritted between my teeth. "Let me do it." He sighed but I stopped him.

His expression immediately shifts into something smug. “Of course I can stand.” He rises. Makes it exactly three steps. Then sways. My eyes widen. His eyes widen. Apparently that outcome surprised both of us. I catch his arm before he can fall. “Of course you can stand,” I repeat flatly. “I am standing.” “Barely.” “It still counts.” I sigh. Deeply. The kind of sigh that feels like it should come with medical warning labels. Then I duck beneath his arm and pull it across my shoulders.