TEQUILA
Yara sat at the edge of his bed, her mind trailing back to the first time they met, till the drive, their first kiss, the first time she came to his room, their first sex, the day he told her the meaning of why he called her teqs, the first time she was truly reassured about her existence.
She repeated the chant one more time, “ 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒎𝒆. 𝑴𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚. 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂�
�𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆. 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔. 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.”
Then she laid her head gradually on his pillow, inhaling his scent, like he was there with her, like he was presen
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