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MidReal Story
Whispers of the Forgotten Truth
Scenario:Laikameer a girl with a dark past
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Laikameer Smith
Ethan Blackwood
Serena Everhart
IT DIDN'T TAKE LONG for my body to react to the familiar presence of Ethan Blackwood.
I could feel it in the way my heart began to race, my stomach churning as my emotions tangled together in a whirlwind of feelings.
The years of being apart had done little to dull the connection I've always shared with my childhood friend.
Every memory we've ever made came crashing back at me as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling my body close against his.
For a brief moment, I lost myself in the safety of his embrace, allowing myself to indulge in those memoriesāthe good and the bad alike.
Ethan was always there, even when he wasn't.
He was my protector, my saviorāeven when he couldn't save me.
āThe years have been kind to you,ā he whispered, his lips pressed to the top of my head as he held me.
I could feel the warmth of his breath stirring the strands of hair that had come loose from my braid, my hands fisting into the fabric of his shirt as I clung to him.
I suppose they haven't been all bad.
There were momentsālike thisāwhere I could pretend that my childhood wasn't quite as painful as it was.
As if all of the years we spent growing up together wasn't plagued with nightmares of monsters that looked like humansā¦ pretending to be something they never could be.
āI've missed you.ā
It's a simple enough statement, but it hangs heavy in the air around us.
Ethan had been gone for so long, and now that he was backāeverything felt off balance.
The guilt that comes with that confession is almost suffocating, and I find myself practically gasping for breath as I push away from him, feeling a rush of hot tears begin to prickle at my eyes.
I turn away from him, trying to compose myself as I wipe at my face with the back of my hand.
The last thing I want is for him to see me cry.
āAre you okay?ā
He sounds concerned, but I don't want him to be.
I want him to leave me alone, go back to wherever it was he came from, and pretend that these last few minutes never happened.
āNo, it's nothing,ā I lie, forcing a smile as I turn back around to face him.
āI'm fine.ā I take a step closer, closing the distance between us once again.
I can see the doubt begin to creep into his expression as he looks down at me, like he knows I'm not telling him everything.
But before he can say anything else, I reach up on my tiptoes, wrapping my arms around his neck as I pull his head down so that our foreheads are pressed together.
Just like old times.
The simple gesture seems to be enough to appease him, as his arms quickly wrap back around me, holding me close.
We remain that way for several long moments before parting once again, this time with more ease than before.
āDo you have time?ā
he asks, and though he sounds reluctant, his eyes are soft as he looks down at me.
Despite everything, I can't help but smile back up at him.
