BURNING DESIRE, I WANT YOU, DEAR UNCLE!

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ile a minute. I felt like a coward, but I knew I couldn't go through with the ceremony. My feelings for St

tting out shaky breaths as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My chest tightening,

y my mom and my supposed groom, are panicking right now – t

I fix this mess? Should

sink, my resolve growing. I had to do what was right

y wedding dress. With a sense of urgency, I hurriedly pulled it away from my b

m my head, I gently placed it aside, my fingers brushing against the soft strands. With a determined resolve, I met

ard, the need for speed urging my every step. A sense of urgency gripped me

vered spurred me on, driving my a

the main road, I frantically flagged it down, rel

hat his house was my only sanctuary, my only destination. At this

to think about what I would say to my uncle. I knew I had to

deep breath and stepped out of the car. I slowly m

t his spare key and, luc

closed my eyes, steeling myself for what was to come. I unlocked the door and

cozy living room, the weight of

ing embrace against my weary body. As I sank into its cushions, my tense muscles ease

iefly found peace in the belief that my presence here would remain undete

er of my forbidden emotions, I was convinced that no one

rything started that faithful day – e

th to adulthood. Little did I know that this normal rite of passage would

ate. We had dinner at a fancy restaurant, and then went to se

was a different kind of feeling growing inside of me, something I couldn't quite explain. I re

were on our way home, my un

time tonight?" he asked

es. "I had a great time, Uncle," I said, my voice trembling sligh

on me. "You're welcome, sweetheart," he

of warmth in my che

g stronger with each passing moment. I fidgeted in my seat, my mind racing.

rn etched on his face. "Are you al

dded, my throat too tight to speak. I couldn't understand wh

, and my uncle turned to me with a concerned look on

o say. "I – I'm not sure," I s

. "It's okay to feel different," he said. "Jus

was still sitting on the chair, the memories of that night fresh

g me, a concerned look on his face,

the reasons I love him, others will ask me why

ed forward and pressed my lips to