One Another Chance to Love Rachel

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ryone and everything that hurts

like the fact that something has this kind of effect. If anything I like the most i

t caring about anything else in life. I don't know what the morn

shoulder as the glass was taken away from my hand. I turned a

, but the hand held it out of reach. "Give it b

is arms around my waist, lifting me from the stool that I was sitting on. As he

n just an employee to me and I can't stand by and watch you harm yourself." I slapped his face trying to

owed to drink more." He continued,

locked and the windows were rolled up tightly. I realized that escapin

you home," he replied,

kin of my hip, sending a shiver down my spine

physically. I could sense the power imbalance between us, and it

m him, turning my head to the window and w

e replied sternly, his voi

quickly realized that my words had slipped out unintentionally, fueled by the alcohol coursing through my veins. The car fell

he said, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and confusion. The weight of his words hit me l

le. The realization that our bond was not what I had hoped for

" he replied, his tone gentle yet firm. It was a painful tru

buddies," I said r

a glimmer of hope, making me reconsider my initial assumption about our con

every mere inch in between our bo

he conflict in his eyes as he struggled to maintain his composure. It was clear tha

and threw it somewh

ut the annoyance on his face says otherwise. I bit my lip, realizing

eave until y

oice now tinged with fru

ting my words as soon as they left my mouth. His face turned red with anger, and I could see the hurt

ly, "Don't act as if you care," he whispered, his voice filled

ight," I said, holding the keys that I acted to throw awa

ve known that this arrangement was nothing but a bad idea. All my life, I fought to escape the same fate as my mother

g my emotions rule my mind, I hate....," I mumbled walking away

arms, with a very familiar pair of eyes staring at me, with his around

with no one of us wanting to stop, but at last our lips separated from each other's grasp, but the hand holding me remained the same. As we pulled away, a sense of warmth and familiarity washed over

em tickles as I gently smooth my hand on his cheeks. "I hate

e," He said, carr

head in his chest, with my senses enjoying the w

th me in his arms. "We'll clear all misunderstandings in the morning when you're sobe