I Don T Know You Novels & Stories

If only she knew who was really in my heart. "That person does not need to know." "He has no idea, so how can you say he doesn't love you??"

“What do you mean?” I tilt my head at her. “Good, how? He’s my family’s enemy! He hates us!” “But if he doesn’t know, he doesn’t know. You never told him your full name or anything about yourself, right?” “Well, yeah, but—”

I fееl lіkе huggіng thе guy. “I dоn’t know whаt tо ѕау,” I ѕtаrt. “Thаnk you fоr your rеѕресt аnd уоur hеlр. It’ѕ hаd to face thе truth whеn it comes wіth pain, but I appreciate you fоr telling mе thе truth. I hаvе no idea whаt I’m going tо dо or say, but I know I dоn’t want tо bе аlоnе.” “I thіnk I undеrѕtаnd.”

I pondered on his question in my mind and probed myself whether I really do hate him. I let out a deep sigh. “I don’t hate you.” A tiny breath escaped from his lips. “But you don’t like me.” I didn’t respond. It was too soon for me to say that I liked him. More than that, I’m not even supposed to like him at all. He chuckled, although it felt like he was disappointed by my lack of answer. “I don’t know you,” I responded. “I can’t like people that I don’t know well.”

AVA Ava’s fingers froze above the keyboard. She blinked, unsure if she'd heard him right then slowly looked up. "What?" Luke didn’t look away. His gaze was steady, unreadable. "Do I make you uncomfortable? Or do you just not like me?" he repeated. A beat passed. “I don’t dislike you,” she said finally, her voice quieter than usual. “And… you don’t make me uncomfortable. Not exactly.” Luke arched an eyebrow, skeptical.

His voice was gentle and apologetic. "What do you mean?" “You’re not yourself, petal." Tell me something I don't know.

𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞? 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

“Apparently, there’s a great deal you don’t know.” Damiano paused and studied her thoughtfully. “Just as there are so many things I need to understand about you.”

“How do you feel?” “I… I don’t know,” she lied. She knew, but she couldn’t admit it to herself until she was ready to take that leap. “But I do that I believe in you. You have to know that. And you need to stop keeping me at arm’s length. You’re not alone anymore.”

He asked me. The more he said that, the more he made me curious about what kind of person Damon was. He'd obviously been a douche with the was he acted the other time. But I still want to know. "Even though, you did not have to do anything. You did not have to wave in like some kind of prince charming the come save someone that was desperately in need of help. I am not a fucking princess." I rolled my eyes soon as the words fell off my lips.