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"Do you hope for the best?" His question completely threw me off. Out of all, he had to ask me that.
I didn't know what to come back with because I never had any hopes at all. But to say it out loud to him, was what was eating me inside. I didn't want to be so exposed to him. He knew little of my mindset but I knew a lot about him. He could easily display his traits without even trying to show them. He had that inborn aura of charm about him that could pull anyone into his world of collected pieces of science and music, if not in the first encounter then definitely by the second. You just had to give him a chance. He was way more passionate about life than I was. He didn't let the bad days weigh heavy over his good days, which I did. He was an enigma of hope and despair, something that I wasn't able to handle yet.
And I can't deny that I was considering his ways.
It seemed like after a while of staring at me, he slipped his hand from mine. I would have loved to say that I didn't feel anything but, I did. I felt the blue devils dancing over my head again in their free spirits. But all that breezed off, as he revved the engine and his hand found mine again. He interlinked our fingers and I noticed how thin and fragile my fingers looked against his.
//[ things I read about people, situations yet keep them to myself. ]
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