He was unaware of the silence around him. The cold wind was also ignored as he stared at the dark sky unconsciously. When his mind was on her, he never saw anything else anyway so there was no point of ignoring it. It was her he was seeing, Sara. Sara O'Brian. Always her.



Last night went worse than the morning, he screwed up, again. He had promised he will keep his temper at bay, he didn't. He promised he will not touch her, he did, more time than he could count. He promised he will not get possessive, yeah, he sure kept that together and lastly, he had sworn he will not kiss her.



He snorted internally, that was just a too much of a fucking crazy joke. He thought he had it under control, knew he was fine. Was sure that if he did touch her accidentally, he will not lose it. He was in control of himself.



Control his ass.



But Jesus, he couldn't help it. He wanted to kiss her aga

She looked around once again but saw no sight of him. Where one part of her was relieved that maybe he had left, a bigger part was racing with fear of him leaving again. Why, why could she not just get over him? Forget maybe but even she knew it was impossible.



"What's wrong Sara?" June asked.



"It's nothing, I just had a bad night." Lies.



"It was because of him, wasn't it?"



"Jun----"



"No. This is absurd, Sara. He left, without a letter or note or call. He has no right." June snapped.



"I know."



She was lying but what choice did she had? She didn't want to argue, didn't wanted to talk about it and the mostly, she didn't understand June's attitude. June never presses anything so why so suddenly she was pressing for her to leave him alone, making sure that he was away from her or was she imagining everything? She probably was but she was tired. A week had passed since sh

He was silent again, staring at something on her side table, she noticed his face was thoughtful, a flash of happiness crossed his face like he just heard something delightful but it was gone as soon as it came but she wasn't fooled. She knew him long enough to know how he showed his happiness, it was rare but it was there.



"20th November, you'll be eighteen." He spoke in a silent voice but she heard it, the small pride, happiness when he said she'll be eighteen.



She didn't say anything in reply but maybe because he was not expecting one.



"Where are you going to college?" He asked.



"None of your business." She mumbled.



"I would hate to remind you O'Brian but I will anyway, everything which belongs to me is my business!" His voice was rough, harsh.



"And I told you, you don't own me!"



He was suddenly a hair away from her face again, making her eyes go wide again. His s

He was unaware of the silence around him. The cold wind was also ignored as he stared at the dark sky unconsciously. When his mind was on her, he never saw anything else anyway so there was no point of ignoring it. It was her he was seeing, Sara. Sara O'Brian. Always her.



Last night went worse than the morning, he screwed up, again. He had promised he will keep his temper at bay, he didn't. He promised he will not touch her, he did, more time than he could count. He promised he will not get possessive, yeah, he sure kept that together and lastly, he had sworn he will not kiss her.



He snorted internally, that was just a too much of a fucking crazy joke. He thought he had it under control, knew he was fine. Was sure that if he did touch her accidentally, he will not lose it. He was in control of himself.



Control his ass.



But Jesus, he couldn't help it. He wanted to kiss her again and again but the second she starts talking crap about herself, he lost it. How could she even th

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