Taylor
I remained staring at the door of his room waiting. I knew he wouldn’t come back, but I just waited, waited, and waited.
I was completely shaken, my thoughts crammed in different directions. One brought me to the very moment when I was meeting my 16 year-old little brother’s stare. His brown eyes met mine in such maturity that many times intimidated me. When I was done telling him that I was marrying Lyrette, when his plump lips formed a thin line; and his eyes bared his feelings, from fear, hurt, and anger.
I also came back to the moment when I kissed him for the first time, when his hand that was softly caressing my cheek dropped awkwardly on my shoulder but did not push me. When he just remained still as I almost howled at how good it felt to feel his lips over mine.
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