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    Forever Young – (Chapter: 7 Twists and Turns)


    “Your not going to lose me.”  I reassured her.  That caused the corners of her lips to turn upwards.  My heart beat painfully in my chest at the mere sight.  


    “I can’t be without my Angel.”  She said letting her index finger trace the heart on my inner wrist.  It burned under her touch.


    When I glanced back at her she had her head turned towards the moon.  I once again cupped her face and we locked eyes.  Something else in me took over and I was soon leaning forward closer and closer.  I unconsciously licked my lips.  My head tilted to the side and my breath hitched.  So close.  We were inches maybe even centimeters apart.  I wanted it, craved it.  


    The closer I got the more ragged our breaths became and the more my hand started to shake.  I’m pretty sure my heart was beating away but I couldn’t feel it.  


    Sparks were building up and the charge was electrifying.  Soon my forehead rested on her and our noses touched.  I let my nose rub against the tips of hers stalling for just a second.  I could feel her sweet warm breath on my hungry lips.


    One… 


    Two… 


    and… 


    “Oomph!”  


    My body was pushed backwards as a flash of blonde hair ran past me.  The push was so hard I ricochet off the arm of the couch twice.  It took my clouded brain one, maybe two seconds to realize what had happened.  As soon as that hit I ran after the blonde.


    She had bolted towards the bathroom.  I followed sprinting across her room.  When I found her my heart throbbed painfully.  She was hunched over the white toilet emptying the contents of her stomach.  


    I gently made my way over to her and grabbed a handful of hair holding it back and out of the way.  My free injured hand rubbed her back slowly.


    We repeated this process at least five more times.


    She hacked and hacked until she was gagging.  “Shhh your alright.”  I said softly.  After about 5 minutes of that she flushed the toilet and slowly slumped back towards the main part of her room.  

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