My Tormentor
Maybe I made him uncomfortable by confessing but it won't matter, according to him, we'll never see each other again.
"Alright, then, I guess this is a goodbye,"
my voice is quiet.
Why is this so much more painful than I thought? Is it because of the rejection mixed in with the fact I'll never see him again? Suddenly, I very much impulsively stand on the ends of my toes, reaching up as close to his height as I can, while placing a soft kiss on the tip of his nose.
"Good luck, Alejandro," And I bolt out of there before I could even get a look at his face.
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