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pirateborn-a · 2 years ago
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Roger is sooo,,,
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polaroislucas · 4 years ago
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Hi 🙋‍♀️
I am still trying to comprehend today’s clips lol. 😂 They were definitely different than I expected. But in a sense I liked them.
Lola finally (& rightfully!) expressing how Tiff hurt her was soo good! And I liked that they did it before Tiff’s big reveal. As I expected, this automatically made her pitiful, and after that Lola should always have been the one who added insult to injury. And now she wasn’t; she just made her point.
About the response: I understand both Max (blame it on the testosterone! 🙃) and Jo (she already knows Tiff in a different way for three weeks; besides she’s the type of person to be open minded but welcome newcomers), but I feel both Bilal and Redouane gave themselves away a bit too cheaply (“Tiff you’re amazing, I’m in love! 🥰” really guys, really??? 😤). But I like the way they responded; it somehow feels a bit more authentic to being a teen. As I remember it, it’s a period where you’re very much secluded to yourself and your own microcosm. And 1 other thing: Lamif essentially only knows about the events of the bullying through Lola. They weren’t there and they didn’t see the impact (as much) that it had on Lola. Which doesn’t excuse them, but (considering the microcosm) makes it a little bit more understandable.
As for Maya, this is something I still don’t get. Because Maya experienced almost as much as the audience during s6 how bad it got for Lola. Bc if everything already happening in her life + how that was accelerated by being bullied. I genuinely don’t understand why she did not stand up Lola. Not why she allowed the champagne in front of her gf who just got out of rehab!!
On to the things I actually wanted to say:
I am low-key sad we didn’t see the aftermath of the afternoon clip. I just want to know what happened after the “group portrait” 📸 (gosh that was 😬)
What’s the deal with Skam🇫🇷 & WhatsApp chats?? Are they unable to create them as an image?? Bc I find it a bit weird that Tiff & Max texted over WhatsApp yesterday and are back to IG dms today. 🤔
Did Tiff have a talk with her dad during dinner (or at any point this week after Tiff broke the 🏺)?? About the photograph, or whether she might be open to seeing it? Or just about anything that happened before? Bc if my teen daughter randomly texted me in the middle of the night for a picture of the daughter she gave up for adoption... I would at the very least ask her whether she’s absolutely sure about this. And if it’s not a better idea to talk about it in the morning. Besides, if his wife finds out, all hell breaks loose!!
Well, that’s all my ramblings for this night! 😴 It’s a bit long, sorry! 🙈 Anyway, I ❤️ your input, thanks for that! 💐
Goodnight/ morning/ afternoon/ evening!! 🌛⭐️🌞🌨
Love,
cameranon. 📷
Hey.
- Lola had every right to be angry and she was right to express her feelings.
It was just her last sentence that was wrong 'Her life is cool' when she should know that everyone has struggles and problems in her life.
For Max, I think he reacted this way because he is close to Tiff and he got to know her and knew that her mean side of last year was just a facade. And he saw that she has really changed.
And for Jo as you said, she knows Tiff better than the others.
Redouane and Bilal were exaggerating, but it's mostly a way of speaking, but yes, maybe they should have been a little more discreet towards Lola.
For Maya, I didn't understand the reaction either. Maybe she just judged that it wasn't the right time for this argument and that Lola and Tiff should discuss among themselves in a frank and sincere discussion (which I hope will happen) instead of talking in front of everyone?
- I too would have liked another clip with LAMIFEX and Tiff but in any case it's just the beginning of the relationship between Tiff and LAMIFEX and a lot of nice things are waiting for us 🥰
- Concerning the WhatsApp/Instagram conversations. I stopped trying to understand how Skam France works. They always sucked at the social networking part, I learned to accept it lmao.
- I think Tiff and his dad, were talking since the clip on Sunday but avoiding the subject of adoption. In the clip where she is looking for the keys, the way her father talks, it is clear that there was no more tension between him and his daughter. I get the impression that her father really wants (maybe selfishly) to get to know tue baby and when Tiff asked him for a photo he jumped at the chance to do without asking his daughter if it was a good idea.
And sorry again, I missed the message among all the notifications 👋🏼
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bygosscarmine · 4 years ago
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W: Worlds Apart - Volume 4: Worlds Estranged
Kang Chul X Oh Yeon Joo - Fix-It Fic (T)
Read from beginning or find previous chapters here: Stories
Oh Yeon Joo seems to have saved her father’s life, and ended W’s intrusions into hers. Isn’t that a happy ending?
Chapter 119 - Living in the Epilogue (1168 words)
Yeon Joo stayed on at her grandmother's house with Dad, sending Soo Bong first with the money for a motel room before he drove back to Seoul. They were actually resting in the countryside like she'd claimed. The docility with which Dad agreed to this was troubling, but she was too grateful for a respite to question it.
Not that the respite was particularly easy. As soon as Soo Bong was gone, a next-door neighbor came to snoop on what they were doing, check if they were really supposed to be there. Yeon Joo was able to satisfy the first wave of curiosity, and the crimp-haired woman went away with potentially sincere wishes for Dad's well-being--but she also got a call just hours later from her uncle checking in on them. The neighbor passed the word along, apparently, just in case.
The grace of being a heroine in a story was gone, and all the little inconveniences were back.
Days passed and they didn't speak much about what had happened. Her father did not drink any alcohol, though. After almost a week, she said, "The community center is having a lecture series, and I'm going to one about Toxic Emotions. Would you like to come?"
And he went with her, though she wasn't sure if he was actually paying attention. They went for a treat since they were already out in town, and as they sat in the cafe, mostly quiet, he said, "I'm sorry for what I did to you, most of all. That I took something you made and loved, then made him suffer. None of this would have happened if I hadn't asked to take that from you."
Suddenly, he was crying.
As if he had no memory of how to do it, like it took him by surprise. And Yeon Joo first, selfishly, wished he wasn't doing this in a public place.
Then she took a breath, pretended this was a scene of a comic, and said, "I didn't see it that way. But if you feel that way, I want you to know I forgive you. I forgive you for whatever pain I felt. I can't forgive you on behalf of others, but for my part, what's done is done."
She had to say it that way. She couldn't speak the name or she would be in the same state, though she had more recent practice with tears. And she wasn't sure she really could forgive it all, certainly it wasn't true that she'd already managed it. His acceptance that he'd done wrong was monumental, though.
He moved to leave the cafe, embarrassed, and she followed. In her car, he was busy cleaning up with his handkerchief, but even as they were pulling out of the cafe's street he added, "I have all these memories now. Of the killer who took my face. Of everything he did, while I was unconscious. And I can't tell myself I didn't do it, because I didn't listen to you or anyone. I kept forging ahead trying to just end things on my own terms."
"I'm sorry," Yeon Joo said, because suffering wasn't some kind of justice.
They didn't speak about it more, but having said that much, the air around the house changed.
After another week, Yeon Joo took him back to Seoul.
In the following months, he sold his lovely but now-inappropriate house for an apartment, where his lease could be easily covered by even diminishing royalties the rest of his life. It cost Yeon Joo a pang to have him let go of it, but it had already become a sort of museum to times that were painful, fraught. She'd had to go clean up blood first thing in the morning there, when her father was in recovery, before she went to relieve her mother. So no one would have to see it there but her. Best to let it all go.
Not long after he moved, Yeon Joo received mail from Dad ar her mother's house, a stiff large envelope.
She pulled it open to find a sheet torn from a sketchbook, penciled with slightly inaccurate panel lines enclosing what seemed to be a scene--
of her father talking to Kang Chul.
The art looked strangely naked, with the sketches not inked, no backgrounds filled. She'd grown used to developing an image on the tablet, and it had been some time since she'd seen a new draft her father was working out on paper. Even when the story had been generating itself from her partial drawings, its final form had always resembled the uploaded webtoons. It was weird to think that the comic's sense of itself had included the work assistants like Soo Bong did.
She slid it back into the envelope, swallowing. Not knowing what it was about, she wasn't sure she was braced to read it.
She went and made dinner, and did dishes. Only when she was back in her room, thinking about bedtime, did she have to acknowledge that she wasn't going to be able to go to sleep without looking at it.
She carefully drew it out and set it on her desk.
Oh Seung Moo sits at a table with Kang Chul sitting across from him. The panels show each of their faces in close-up as the conversation continues.
Kang Chul: I don't plan to ask your permission for anything. I want you to know, if your daughter will have me, I will be with her.
Oh Seung Moo: You know this is not acceptable. We've tried to kill each other. How can we ever have a father and son-in-law relationship?
Kang Chul: If it's what makes Yeon Joo happy, we just have to do it. We owe it to her. I owe her my life, you owe her yours. We don't get to choose.
Oh Seung Moo: So what if she wants nothing to do with you? Will you go away quietly then?
Kang Chul: If she sends me away then I will be patient. But I will be always within reach. And I will never give up hope, so I'll go just loudly enough that she will never forget that I am waiting.
Oh Seung Moo: I don't like you.
Kang Chul: How could you? You made me everything you weren't, and my existence showed your weaknesses. But in that way I will always be your child, won't I?
Oh Seung Moo: I don't like you. I understand, though, that Yeon Joo may be only happy with you beside her. I am willing to pay that price.
Kang Chul: And so am I.
She'd had taken down the reference pictures from her walls, now just reminders of her connection to Chul rather than useful. She tacked this up, though, as a reminder that no matter what she faced now, she had been loved. She had forgiven. The story was over and she had survived. Her father was also surviving.
What more could she want?
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jornami · 8 years ago
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Life Doesn’t Hesitate
A/N: Part two of “Stuck to this Corner Like a Streetlight!” I loved writing this one, so I hope you enjoy reading it just as much. With that being said, I present to you, “Life Doesn’t Hesitate!” And before you say it, I KNOW THE LYRIC IS “LIFE DOESN’T DISCRIMINATE” BUT I “LIFE DOESN’T HESITATE” SOUNDS SO MUCH BETTER AND IT FITS THIS BETTER.
Pairing: Lin x reader
Summary: You bake cupcakes for Lin’s opening nights and he gives you tickets to the show. It's enough until it isn't.
Warnings: sadness, cursing, angst
Tagged: @congratsonhamlet @icetitan245 @plamspringsdancingontables @mcuiimagines @itsjaynebird @butlinislin @ahhhhamilton @tailored-shirt-tails @ohhothamthisismyjam @xomullenxo @hell-yes-puns-and-ships @fueled-by-space @always-blame-jefferson
Masterlist | Request! | Part 1
July 29, 2015 “So,” Lin began, snapping you out of your daze. “can you do it?”
You looked down at the soft, velvet box in his hand then at the bright, optimistic smile on his face. You wanted to cry.
“Of course!” you told him with fake enthusiasm. “When were you thinking of proposing?”
“Sunday over dinner,” he told you, “I have it all planned out! I'm going to get us a private table at her favorite restaurant with dimmed lights and candles. Then, when she wants to order dessert, I'm gonna make up some excuse and tell her I want to save money or something. Then, I’m going to give her the cupcake and BAM! RING!”
You giggled at his enthusiasm; he's just so damn cute when he's excited.
“Well, Mr. Show Off, I'll have your proposal cupcake ready for pickup on Sunday,” you told him.
“Here,” he said and handed you the box. “I hope she likes it.”
“I'm sure she will,” you reassure him, holding back the tears. “I'll see you on Sunday.”
“Until then,” he said with that award winning smile of his.
You waited until he walked out to take a peek at the ring. Holy shit, it was a rock. You hate to admit it, but you contemplated slipping it on for a second. You decided with your better judgement and closed the box.
“It belongs on my finger,” you thought selfishly.
And just like that, all the tears you were holding back clouded your vision. Sobs wracked your body and you put your head in your hands.
“Y/N, what's wrong?” Charlotte asked, clearly worried by your sudden outburst of tears.
“L-Lin’s proposing to his g-girlfriend,” you said through broken sobs.
“Oh pumpkin,” she cooed, “it's okay, if it's meant to be you'll find your way back to each other.”
Maybe she was right, but you wanted Lin and you wanted him now. The thought of him with another girl made your stomach turn.
July 31, 2015
You put the finishing touches on the cupcake for Lin’s proposal and put in a pretty mint-green box with your bakery’s name on it.
“You okay?” Charlotte asked, rubbing your back.
“I'm fine,” you lied.
“Okay, well, I'm gonna head out, but don't hesitate to call me if you need anything,” she told you.
“Thanks, Char,” you said sincerely and off she went.
A few seconds later, your favorite playwright came bouncing through the door.
“Hey, I just finished making it!” you told him as he walked up to the counter.
“You're a godsend!” he praised.
You giggled and roll your eyes. You reached over and grabbed the cupcake box then handed it to Lin.
“Do you think she'll like? What if I mess up? What if she says no?” Lin rambled, running his fingers through his hair.
“She’d have to be a fool to say no, and if she does I'll gladly marry you,” you smiled warmly to reassure him.
He laughed at what you said; it wasn't a joke.
“I guess you're right.” he agreed and picked up the cupcake box. “Thanks, Y/N. you always know what to say to calm me down.”
“Anytime, now go! You're going to be late!” you chuckled.
He glanced down at his watch, “You're right! I'll see you on the sixth!”
“Until then,” you said, using his famous line.
He flashed you a smile that made your heart melt. One more reason you wished he was yours.
August 6, 2015
“Done!” you exhaled as you put the last cupcake in the box.
Over the past eight days, you, Charlotte, and everyone in the shop worked together to make 20 dozen cupcakes. That's right, 20 dozen cupcakes, that's a total 240 cupcakes. Chocolate, vanilla, red velvet, and every other flavor under the sun. You were incredibly exhausted, but also very proud of your work. You put the last box of cupcakes in your truck and closed the trunk. You hopped in the driver’s seat and looked at the address that Lin sent to you before you drove off. For the first time it wasn’t at the place the show was. This time it was at the Mots Aléatoires Hotel, which was one of the fanciest hotels in New York City. You were so proud of him. He went from small after parties backstage to after parties in extravagant hotels with A-list celebrities.
“I’m outside, Miranda. Bring Chris, I need as much help as I can get.”
On my way. :)
A minute later, Lin, Chris, and a girl you've never seen before came out of the hotel. Was that her?
“Hey, Y/N! This is Phillipa Soo, she plays Eliza Schuyler-Hamilton.” Lin introduced the mystery girl.
A weight was lifted off your shoulders knowing she wasn't Vanessa.
“Nice to meet you, and please call me Pippa!” the girl said sweetly as she shook your hand. “Lin goes on tangents about your cupcakes, I can't wait to try one!”
“Nice to meet you too!” you said, “Alright, so in this trunk there are twenty boxes of cupcakes. Everyone grab two to start with.”
After several trips, all the cupcakes were inside. Chris and Pippa sat down the last boxes of cupcakes then left to go get ready for the show. Time to ask the inevitable.
“So,” you began hesitantly, “how did the proposal go?”
“She said ‘yes!’” Lin exclaimed.
Yay.
“Lin, that's great!” you lied like a pro, “I'm so happy for you!”
“It's all because of you that it went so smoothly,” Lin said genuinely.
“I’d do anything for you, Lin. You know that,” you told him sincerely as you looked at the ground.
You took just stared at each other for a minute. There was something broken in his eyes. Almost as if he desperately wanted to tell you something. You dismissed it, you were probably overreacting or your mind was playing cruel tricks on you.
“Your total is 243.50,” you said awkwardly, trying to ease some of the tension in the room.
“Uh, yeah, right.” Lin stumbled over his sentences. “Here you go.”
“Thanks, see you tonight!” You said in a hurry and started to walk away.
“Wait, Y/N!” he called after you.
“Yeah?” you asked sheepishly.
“You can't see me tonight without tickets,” he smirked and held up the tickets.
You chuckled and walked back over to get them.
“Thanks,” you smiled.
“You and Charlotte need to wear something nice!”
“Why?”
“The after party, duh.”
You rolled your eyes, “See you tonight, Lin.”
You picked up Charlotte and you headed to the Richard Rodgers. You and Char were absolutely starstruck when you saw all the celebrities outside of the theater. You and her vowed to stick together and then she saw Luke Evans and ditched you to introduce herself. Typical Charlotte. You managed to strike up a conversation with Aaron Tveit. He was so charming, not to mention a huge flirt.
“You may now enter the theater,” a voice over a megaphone announced.
“I have to catch up with my friend, but maybe I'll see you later,” you told him and he winked.
You met up with Charlotte then you walked to your seats where you waited until the show started. When it finally began, you loved every minute of it. All of the songs were amazing, but “The Schuyler Sisters” had to be your favorite. You were all smiles and giggles until “Satisfied.” That's when the tears began.
“But Alexander, I’ll never forget the first time I saw your face.”
You'll never forget the first time you saw Lin. Despite his tired eyes and the bags under them, he wore the biggest smile on his face. A smile that became one of your favorite things about him over time.
“I'll never be satisfied.”
You wanted Lin. Dare you say, needed him. You knew from the minute he walked into your life he was the love of your life. But now with him engaged to Vanessa, you knew he was completely unattainable.
You squeezed Charlotte’s hand so tight she almost passed out.
“We can leave at anytime,” she whispered as she rubbed your back. “tell Lin an emergency came up.”
You shook your head, and told her you had to stay; it was important to Lin that you were there. You wiped your eyes and tried to calm down. Then “Wait For It” started. The song was just a constant reminder that you waited too long.
“‘Life doesn't hesitate.’ You got that right.” you thought to yourself.
By the end of the song you cried out all your tears. You sat back in your seat and prayed that intermission would come soon.
As soon as the lights came up for intermission you got a text from Lin.
Come backstage, I have someone I want you to meet. :)
You told Charlotte that you'd meet back up with her at your seat before act II. You already knew who Lin wanted you to meet, and granted you didn't want to; however, you couldn’t avoid it forever.
You knocked on the door of Lin’s dressing room and heard him yell, “Come in!”
You opened the door to his dressing room and saw him buttoning his shirt. You looked around but surprisingly you didn't see her.
“So how do you like it so far?” he asked, fumbling with a button.
“It's great! The cast is amazing and the songs are even better,” you complimented shamelessly.
You noticed Lin still fumbling with that same button and you chuckled.
“Lin, c’mere, let me help you,” you told him and he smiled at you sympathetically.
You button from bottom to top and stopped at his collar to straighten it out.
“There you go,” you said and stared into his eyes.
Kiss me.
“Thanks,” he breathed.
Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me.
You two couldn't possibly get any closer. You pressed your foreheads together and…
“Hey, baby!” you heard a chirpy voice sing from behind you.
You nearly jumped two feet in the air, and Lin cleared his throat and went over to kiss her.
“Y/N, this Vanessa!” he said.
“Vanessa.” she reclarified as she shook your hand.
“Y/N.” you discreetly looked down at the ring on her finger and you felt the knife drive deeper into your heart.
“The cupcake was amazing!” she complimented.
“Thanks!” you said with a fake smile.
“I saw you talking to Tveit earlier,” Lin spoke up, wiggling his eyebrows. “he really seemed to like you. Maybe you'll see him at the after party.”
“But he's not you, Lin.” You thought to yourself.
“He's a charmer!” you said awkwardly.
“Five minutes to place.” a voice said, saving you from the sheer awkwardness of the encounter.
“I'll see you two later!” you dismissed yourself.
You went back to your seat where Charlotte was waiting for you.
“How was it?” she asked.
“Awkward,” was all you said before the lights dimmed for act two.
December 24, 2015 You hadn't seen Lin at all after the opening night of Hamilton. He was busy with Hamilton and you were busy trying to avoid him. You avoided him because every time you saw him it was a reminder of what you could never have.
“Hey, stranger!” he said as he walked into your bakery.
“Hey, Lin,” you deadpanned.
“What no ‘how's my favorite playwright?’” he asked incredulously.
“Sorry, I'm just not up for it today.” you told him.
“Well,” he began, testing the waters. “I wanted to give you this.”
He handed you a deep red envelope with a silver wax seal on it. A wedding invitation. Now, you really wanted to scream.
“It's a wedding invitation,” he said.
“I know,” you mumbled.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” he asked, angry flooding his voice.
“I love you and you're marrying someone else!” you wanted to scream.
“Nothing's wrong Lin,” you said expressionlessly. “I'll be there.”
“Until then,” he scoffed and rolled his eyes.
You watched as he stormed out the door.
You chuckled bitterly to yourself,  “Am I really starting to resent him for loving another girl?”
May 16, 2016 So there you were, getting ready to go to the love of your life’s wedding and you weren't the one walking down the aisle.
You saw Charlotte's reflection in the mirror as she walked up behind you.
“You ready?” she asked.
“As ready as I'll ever be,” you smiled weakly.
She wrapped her arm around you and you both walk out to your car.
“Here goes nothing.” you thought to yourself.
You arrived at the place where the wedding was being held. It was called the “Meadowhampton Inn” and it was in upstate New York. It had a Victorian era look to it and when you pulled up it smelt like freshly cut grass. You and Charlotte got out of the car and walked in. Charlotte gave the inn worker at the front desk your names while you looked around. There was a bar that you knew you were going to be drinking at later. Probably to drink away your all troubles and feelings.
“Y/N!” Chris called as he walked down the steps. “Finally you're here! Lin’s been looking for you.”
“Is everything okay?” you asked him as you followed him up the steps.
“I don't know, he’s refusing to talk to anyone but you,” he explained.
What could possibly be wrong that only you could fix?
“He's in here,” Chris told you, gesturing to a suite.
You thanked him and lightly knocked on the door.
“Lin, it's me, Y/N,” you said.
You heard a lock twist and you opened the door to see Lin frantically pacing back and forth.
“I can't do this,” he said cryptically.
“Lin, what do you mean?” you asked.
“I don't love her,” he said and your heart dropped into your stomach.
You weren't quite sure what to say. Were you supposed to reassure him?
“What do you mean, Lin? Of course you love her!” you finally said.
“No, I don't! I love you!” he shouted.
“Lin, I-”
“I’ve always loved you, but I was always so scared to tell you how I feel. You're right, I do love Vanessa, but I'll never love her the way I love you,” he said.
You felt like the word was spinning and the ground beneath you was going to swallow you. You plopped down on the sofa and pinched the bridge of your nose.
“Y/N, say something, please!” Lin panicked.
“I love you too,”  was all you managed to say.
“So let’s run away!” he suggested on impulse. “We can get in a car, and drive far away from here.”
“Lin, you can't do that!” you said, ripping away from his grasp. “That poor girl will be crushed! Go through with the ceremony and we'll talk about this after.”
You got up from the sofa and walked towards the door. You couldn't do this right now.
“Y/N, wait,” Lin’s voiced cracked.
“I'll see you later, Lin,” you said and walked out the door.
You made your way to the room where the ceremony was being held. You sat down next to Charlotte who asked why you were crying. You waved her off and told her you'd tell her after the ceremony. You looked at Lin and saw the nervous look plastered on his face.
“Why does he look so nervous?” one of Lin’s family members whispered to the person sitting next to them.
“No idea,” the person responded.
Oh, if only they knew.
A bell chimed and Vanessa began to walk down the aisle with her father. Chris tapped Lin on the shoulder to snap him out of his daze. Lin straighten out his tuxedo and looked at Vanessa with a smile. A fake one at that. Vanessa joined Lin at the altar and they held hands.
“Does anyone object to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace,” the priest announced.
“Now’s your chance,” Char whispered and you smacked her hand playfully.
“If there are no objections, we shall continue,” the priest said. “Vanessa Nadal do you take Lin-Manuel Miranda to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
“I do,” she smiled.
“And Lin-Manuel Miranda do you take Vanessa Nadal to be your lawfully wedded wife?” the priest asked.
Lin hesitated for a second and Vanessa’s smile began to falter.
“I don't,” Lin finally said and the whole crowd gasped. “I'm sorry, I love someone else.”
Lin let go of Vanessa’s hands and ran out of the room. You immediately got up and ran after him, leaving nothing to the crowd’s imagination about who Lin was talking about when he said he loved someone else. Lin ran all the way out of the building to his car.
“Get in!” Lin shouted across the parking lot.
“What?” you called.
“You heard me, get in!” he repeated.
That's all it took, and you were across the parking lot.
“This is crazy!” you giggled.
“I like crazy,” he smiled and smashed his lip onto yours.
You and Lin drove for hours, but when the three hour mark hit the initially high started to wear off and the panic started to set in.
“Lin?” you mumbled.
“Yeah?” he asked, not taking his eyes off the road.
“Pull over,” you told him.
“Why? What's wrong?” he asked in concerned tone as he pulled over the car.
“I feel like I'm gonna be sick,” you whimpered as you opened the car door.
You got out of the car and started pacing back and forth. You felt the hot tears rush down your cheeks.
“This was a mistake,” you repeated over and over again.
Lin knew what was happening; you were having an anxiety attack.
“Cariña, look at me,” Lin spoke softly as he caressed your cheeks. “this is just the anxiety talking. Maybe it was messy to leave someone at the altar, but even the best laid plans go awry. Yes, we’ll have a lot of explaining to do when we get back home, but let's relish this day as the first day we told each other the truth. Plus, we'll have a great story to tell our kids!”
You chuckled at his spiel and kissed him passionately. After all, he was right.
You two were exactly where you were supposed to be.
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