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LXVII : Flashback
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His Son, Her Secret LXVIII : Flashback : First Kiss
The wind pierced our skin as we left the library building, within seconds, the rain came down harder.I squinted, looking around. My dorm was right across the street, and running there only took a few seconds. But Pascha's car... I turned to him, watching him lift his face to the sky."Where is your car?" I asked, trying to speak louder over the sound of the increasingly crazy rain.Pascha turned to me, his eyes narrowed by the water droplets that had begun to fall down his face. "At the hockey pitch."I frowned, looking around. It was quite a distance. With this much rain, he would be drenched before he got there.I bit my lip, hesitating for a moment, before finally letting out a long breath. "You can go to my dorm first. At least until the rain stop."He looked at me, his expression hard to guess. I didn't know what he was thinking, but he just stayed silent, staring at me for a few seconds longer than he should have.I was starting to feel uncomfortable. "Just forget that—""Okay.
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I had never felt this awful before.It had been a few days since that rainy night in my dorm, since that kiss—and I did everything to avoid Pascha desperately.Whenever I saw him on campus, I would immediately turn around, look the other way, or pretend to be busy with my phone. When he walked into the library, I would close my book quickly and leave. Even in the cafeteria, when I was with my friends, I chose to sit in a corner far away from where he and his friends usually ate.I couldn't face him.Not just because the kiss had left me confused but because something had changed inside me since that night, something I didn't dare admit.Jacob, my crush, who had felt like the safest place to be, suddenly felt... boring.I don't understand. I shouldn't feel this way. Jacob is a good man, a stable man, a reasonable man. He's not a storm like Pascha. He didn't confuse me or make me want to run away, but also... he didn't make me feel anything.I denied that.I told myself that this was ju
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We didn't speak throughout the ride.Only the car engine roar and the friction of the tyres on the asphalt accompanied us. I sat silently, looking at the road ahead without seeing it. My fingers gripped my pants tightly.Pascha remained silent. His eyes focused on the road. One hand rested casually on the steering wheel while the other easily shifted gears.I tried to ignore his presence, trying to remember why I had been avoiding him for the past few days."What did Sarah do to make you like that?"I blinked. Turned my head toward him.Pascha was still staring at the road.I chuckled softly. "She messed up our group project," I said, "We had clearly divided the tasks, had a format, and she just sent us something messy. Not only that, she acted like it was no big deal. Like I was the one being overly dramatic for caring about an assignment that made up 40 percent of our final grade. Then she started talking nonsense about how I was too much of a perfectionist, how I had no life other
Last Updated : 2025-02-06His Son, Her Secret LXXI: [Still Flashback] Into the Deep
"Come in. You won't regret it."My toes gripping the grassy ground as I considered his invitation. The clear water reflected the sunlight beginning to lean to the west, its surface sparkling like crystal. I could see the bottom of the lake. Small grayish rocks were scattered underneath, creating a beautiful natural expanse.I bit my lip, considering Pascha's invitation. I wanted to go in, but...My eyes caught a glimpse of him. His black hair was wet, and a few drops of water ran down his tanned skin.I let out a long breath."Alright." I turned towards the car, taking a deep breath as I got into it and closed the door. I removed my pants, leaving only the short boxers I always wore as underwear, while my black T-shirt remained attached to my body.As I returned to the lakeside, Pascha looked at me.I ignored him.I stepped into the water slowly, my body immediately feeling a piercing but refreshing cold sensation. I sighed softly, letting the water surround my skin, then walked deepe
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