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    Say You Do

    Her blank expression slowly shifted as the corners of her mouth turned up, offering me a hint of a smile. The only clarity I had was the picture of her. She raised her glass in a silent toast that made me smile, even though I was dying inside.

    Did the sight of me make her crumble? Was she as affected as I was each time I laid eyes on her?

    I wasn’t good at hiding my feelings; not like her. I was never certain what she felt, except that her aura always gave her away.

    With a raise of my glass, I returned the toast. We both downed our drinks, our gazes never breaking. I waved her over. My confidence non-existent, but my heart begging me to try. The tightening in my chest bordered on making me pass out and bursting open with excitement.

    Her smile faltered and she glanced at the door contemplating escape.

    With it went another piece of that stupid organ residing in my chest that only beat for her. The one she would give me an hour long dissertation on the specific mechanism of how it worked in a way that would make me fall even harder for her. If only she could tell me how to rid it of the ache from losing her. A broken heart wasn’t literal, so what was the science behind the physical pain the damned thing then? If anyone knew, it was Lauren.

    Lauren. One word, a single name that evoked so much feeling. Pleasure, pain, happiness, hurt, longing…Lauren.

    Why did loving her hurt so much? Why couldn’t I just let her go? It hurt bad; so bad that I couldn’t put a word to it.

    A beat later, she glanced back and nodded. Her smile seemed forced, but I’d take it. I’d take any bit of time I could get with her. Everything else was a blur as she made her way through the crowd. She was all I could see. I only had eyes and ears for her, blocking out Trick and his incessant need to offer his opinion and Vex making disgusting gestures. There was only Lauren.

    ”Hey Bo,” she breathed out as she slid into the stool beside me.

    ”Hey.” I could barely speak. She always had a way of leaving me breathless and despite our history, just her mere presence lifted my soul.

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    1. I love this,even with unrequited love you left BO with hope.Even if they can’t be together LAUREN still allows BO the benefit of a ”last night”where there are no buts just the here and now.An unselfish moment given to someone LAUREN will always love.thanks

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