Heart Of A Destitute
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e, but before I knew it, Michael b
about him drew me in, and I found mys
quaint little café nestled in
rm, with vintage furniture an
avorites. As we sat across from each other, sipping on o
inely curious. His work fascinated me, a stark cont
feeling through my chest. "It's not
making a place look beautiful. Plus, it
talking about our lives, our dreams, and our fears. The more I
ay of making me feel special, like I was
ent to museums, parks, and even a Broadway show. One
the most delicious food. We lay on the grass, looking up at th
me to a rooftop gar
ights strung up everywhere, flowers in full b
he said, pulling me cl
slow, tender kiss tha
d for a moment, all my worries melted aw
sometimes just talking, other times
n and sorrow that had plagued me for so long
tched from a distance as he skillfully mowed a
and waved, his face li
ow well-liked and respected he was. They all spoke hig
aid. "Always knows how to lighten t
ng people laugh, of turning even the m
infectious, and I found myself drawn t
trace the lines of his face with my fin
rled up into a smile – everything about him was perfect. I o
ng," he teased one ni
uard. "I can't help it.
o his arms. "Far from it.
more each day. He made me laugh, made me feel cherished and adore
ng a movie, or just sitting in comfortable sile
me. As we pulled up to my house, I leaned over and kissed
eplied, his eyes filled
de my heart stop. My stepbrother, James, was driving out of our dr
and doubts. What was Michael doing wi
f my mind. I needed answers, but I didn't know how t
time with him, hoping to find an opportunity to
ry piece, he wrapped his arms around me fr
think?" He
," I replied, l
ke this
vers down my spine. "I'm glad
James lingered. I couldn't shake the feeling that something w
me home. As we sat in the car, I turned to him, my heart
something you are not telling me?" I
ection and something else I couldn't quite place. "Jul
of him with James haunted me. My mind w
with my stepbrother? I needed answers, but
to ask James let alone b