He stared at me, as I fumbled with the zipper on my old and tattered jacket. He was waiting for my answer. An answer I wasn’t thrilled or ready to give. I didn’t want to choose, but I knew ultimately what I wanted. I wanted to figure out the mystery; I wanted to somehow become a part of it. “Natalia, the answer?” he said aggravated. “I’m not ready…I don’t have an answer” I replied. I didn’t want to face him. I knew that his glacier blue eyes would simply put me on my knees. “I’m sorry.” I whispered “I just can’t”. “You need to get over it, seeing you like this…it’s killing me.” He replied before he walked out the door leaving me alone without knowing whether or not he would ever grace my existence again.
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