Novel & Cerita On My Own Pretending He's Beside Me

I thought of hurrying up and slipping to my cage before he arrived. But alas! The heavy sounds of footsteps and the tingling sensation in my skin led me to believe he was right behind. Please, don't ask me to assist you. Please don't ask of me for anything inappropriate. I prayed, and I prayed hard while pretending to stay busy mixing the products into the water. When nothing happened, I hijacked a look behind to find him at the other side with his back towards me. His fingers were shuffling at the front, and from the look of it, it appeared he was unbuttoning his shirt.

, I answered arrogantly with matching brows furrowed, I'm so boastful, yet I've been proved nothing HAHAHAH "You want to be her by yourself, then why do I see other people around here?", He pretended to hold on to his temple as if his thinking of an answer to a math problem. "So?", I said annoyed and immediately walk pass by him, I'm going to the popcorn and ice cream shop "Whoever pissed first will lose", he pretended to whisper, but he really made me hear it "Oh, where are you going?", He maybe noticed where I was heading to, so he gave me another question "Do you have any money?", Aish, of course I didn't bring anything, why am I that stup!d?

Something close, too close. As if someone leaned over him. Watching. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly. “This is not real,” he told himself. “This is not real.” But the presence did not retreat. If anything It felt closer.

My heart immediately raced at his sight and in return he frowned, clearly confused with my appearance and excused from his friends making his way here. Here! Nooo! Why do I always have to make a fool out of myself?! Pretending I hadn't seen him, I neared the closest stool and pulled my drenched bag on it. Luckily it was waterproof so my belonging were safe, but I couldn't say the same about the rest of me. From the corner of my eye I kept seeing him getting closer and closer and I inwardly threw a tantrum. Why me? "Hailey?" Fighting against my urge to keep panting, I pretended to have a normal breathing pace, turning baffled -as if I just saw him there. "Justin! Hey."

I tell myself to turn around, but I don’t. Instead, I move to a table a few rows away, placing my bag down carefully. I keep my movements quiet, deliberate, as if any sudden sound might shatter something fragile. I sit and pull out my book. I pretend to read, but I can’t concentrate. Every few seconds, my eyes betray me, drifting back to him. He hasn’t noticed me yet. Or maybe he has, and he’s pretending he hasn’t—just like before. The irony doesn’t escape me.

he said softly, “for someone who is blind.” He stepped back. Too far. Too soon. My confidense frayed like old ribbon. I turned slowly to the mirror, staring through myself. I was still blind, officially. And he was still pretending I was. But for the first time in months, I didn’t feel alone in the universe.

I muttered to myself, letting out a huff. "Really? We could make that happen." The person spoke and I was surprised to see it was Emilio. I smiled awkwardly, fixing my gaze on the laptop in front of me even as my face burned in embarrassment. "Don't mind me. It was just a statement." I said, pretending to be focused with wasj was doing even though I couldn't see what was in front of me. He placed a glass of orange juice in front of me, one hand resting on my shoulder. I paused, looking up at him.

I just hoped that it wouldn’t be that. After some while I could feel that I was placed in some place where it was comfy and cozy and warm too. I wanted to see where I was placed too but I was scared that he would know that I was pretending the act right now. I had to just wait until the time when he sprinkles the water on my face and I could pretend like I was awaken from the long sleep but that wasn’t what happened. “Open your eyes now. No more of a pretentions now,” he sneered.

One day he’d make a lucky girl very happy. The thought of that made me a little sad. As fun as this all was, it was still just pretend. I knew it was ridiculous to feel that way. Afterall, I was pretending too. Nonetheless, I couldn’t seem to stuff my disappointment. I tried my best to push all the negative thoughts away and decided to remain present. There was no use in grieving over something that could never be. “After we have lunch with my friend, I’ll take you home.” Ethan leaned back to place his napkin in his lap.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” He chuckles, shaking his head, and for a while, we just eat. The conversation is easy, the atmosphere strangely comfortable. And I try not to overthink how easy it is to be around him. But as I glance at him — distracted, chewing, completely at ease — I can’t help but wonder. Is he still pretending? Our arrangement is obviously fake. But in moments like this… we don’t have to pretend. And yet, now that Cam’s words are stuck in my head, the doubt won’t leave me alone.