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The storyteller (iii)
As Emily watched him disappear into the night, she felt a pang of curiosity, her mind replaying their encounters, wondering what lay beneath Jack's charming facade, and why she felt an inexplicable connection to him, the notebook now a tangible reminder of their enigmatic bond, its pages rustling in the silence, as if whispering secrets only she could hear.she shrugged, tucking the notebook into her bag, and turned her attention back to her life, focusing on her work and hobbies, the memory of Jack fading into a pleasant, if peculiar, encounter, yet, every so often, she'd catch herself wondering what had become of him, and whether their paths would cross again, but she didn't dwell on it, knowing that some mysteries were meant to remain unsolved.
After being busy for a while,she decided to visit the the little bookstore down the street where she first met the mysterious guy that kept haunting her mind wearing a minimal classic floral maxi dress with a vibrant shade of denim jacket,she walk quietly along the pedestrian bridge with cool spring wind messing with her hair,She couldn't shake off the feeling of regret that had been haunting her for weeks. She had thought she was being strong, acting cold and distant towards him.
Days turned into weeks,She found herself wondering about the mysterious guy, thinking about what could have been if she had only been brave enough to let him in. She returned to the bookstore, hoping to see him again, but he was nowhere to be found.
As the weeks went by, Emily became obsessed with finding him. She scoured the bookstore, asked the staff if they knew him, and even checked social media, but there was no trace of him. It was as if he had vanished into thin air.
One day, while browsing through the shelves, Emily stumbled upon a book with a note tucked between its pages. The note was addressed to her, with a message that read: "If you're brave enough to face your fears, meet me at the old oak tree in the park at sunset."
Emily's heart raced as she realized the note was from him. She felt a mix of emotions – excitement, fear, and hope. She knew she had to go, but what would she find when she got there?.
Emily's heart raced as she walked towards the old oak tree in the park. She had butterflies in her stomach, and her mind was filled with questions. What would she find when she got there? Would he be waiting for her? What did he want from her?
As she approached the tree, she saw a figure standing in the shadows. It was him – the mysterious guy from the bookstore. He smiled, and Emily's heart skipped a beat.
"I knew you'd come," he said, his voice low and gentle. "I've been waiting for you, Emily."
Emily felt a shiver run down her spine. "How do you know my name?" she asked, trying to sound brave.
"I've been watching you, Emily. I know you've been looking for me. And I know why you pushed me away that day in the coffee shop."
Emily's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"
"You're scared, Emily. Scared of getting hurt, scared of letting people in. But I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to show you that there's beauty in vulnerability, in connection, in love."
"What's your name?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"My name is jack. And I've been waiting for you, Emily. Waiting for you to be brave enough to face your fears and take a chance on me."
Emily took a deep breath and looked into Max's eyes. She saw kindness, understanding, and a deep longing.
Emily took a step closer to Max, her heart pounding in her chest. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Max's face lit up with a warm smile. "I'm glad you're here, Emily. "
He reached out and took her hand, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "Let's start with a walk," he said. "Let's get to know each other, and see where this journey takes us."
Emily nodded, and they set off into the sunset, hand in hand. They walked through the park, talking and laughing, sharing stories and dreams. Emily felt a sense of freedom she had never known before, a sense of being seen and understood.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, Max led her to a small café nearby. They sat down at a cozy table, and he took her hand again.
"I have something for you," he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
He pulled out a small package from his pocket and handed it to her. Emily unwrapped it, and her heart skipped a beat as she saw the book – the same book he had recommended in the bookstore all those weeks ago.
"I wanted you to have this," he said. "I knew you'd love it, and I wanted to share it with you."
"Thank you," she said, her voice smiling
Max leaned in, his face inches from hers. "I see you, Emily," he whispered. "I see your beauty, your strength, and your heart."
© Rukie vert
AUTHOR'S NOTE
sorry for the late update guys
next chapter will be coming with a different title stay tuned
XOXO 😘
After being busy for a while,she decided to visit the the little bookstore down the street where she first met the mysterious guy that kept haunting her mind wearing a minimal classic floral maxi dress with a vibrant shade of denim jacket,she walk quietly along the pedestrian bridge with cool spring wind messing with her hair,She couldn't shake off the feeling of regret that had been haunting her for weeks. She had thought she was being strong, acting cold and distant towards him.
Days turned into weeks,She found herself wondering about the mysterious guy, thinking about what could have been if she had only been brave enough to let him in. She returned to the bookstore, hoping to see him again, but he was nowhere to be found.
As the weeks went by, Emily became obsessed with finding him. She scoured the bookstore, asked the staff if they knew him, and even checked social media, but there was no trace of him. It was as if he had vanished into thin air.
One day, while browsing through the shelves, Emily stumbled upon a book with a note tucked between its pages. The note was addressed to her, with a message that read: "If you're brave enough to face your fears, meet me at the old oak tree in the park at sunset."
Emily's heart raced as she realized the note was from him. She felt a mix of emotions – excitement, fear, and hope. She knew she had to go, but what would she find when she got there?.
Emily's heart raced as she walked towards the old oak tree in the park. She had butterflies in her stomach, and her mind was filled with questions. What would she find when she got there? Would he be waiting for her? What did he want from her?
As she approached the tree, she saw a figure standing in the shadows. It was him – the mysterious guy from the bookstore. He smiled, and Emily's heart skipped a beat.
"I knew you'd come," he said, his voice low and gentle. "I've been waiting for you, Emily."
Emily felt a shiver run down her spine. "How do you know my name?" she asked, trying to sound brave.
"I've been watching you, Emily. I know you've been looking for me. And I know why you pushed me away that day in the coffee shop."
Emily's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"
"You're scared, Emily. Scared of getting hurt, scared of letting people in. But I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to show you that there's beauty in vulnerability, in connection, in love."
"What's your name?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"My name is jack. And I've been waiting for you, Emily. Waiting for you to be brave enough to face your fears and take a chance on me."
Emily took a deep breath and looked into Max's eyes. She saw kindness, understanding, and a deep longing.
Emily took a step closer to Max, her heart pounding in her chest. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Max's face lit up with a warm smile. "I'm glad you're here, Emily. "
He reached out and took her hand, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "Let's start with a walk," he said. "Let's get to know each other, and see where this journey takes us."
Emily nodded, and they set off into the sunset, hand in hand. They walked through the park, talking and laughing, sharing stories and dreams. Emily felt a sense of freedom she had never known before, a sense of being seen and understood.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, Max led her to a small café nearby. They sat down at a cozy table, and he took her hand again.
"I have something for you," he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
He pulled out a small package from his pocket and handed it to her. Emily unwrapped it, and her heart skipped a beat as she saw the book – the same book he had recommended in the bookstore all those weeks ago.
"I wanted you to have this," he said. "I knew you'd love it, and I wanted to share it with you."
"Thank you," she said, her voice smiling
Max leaned in, his face inches from hers. "I see you, Emily," he whispered. "I see your beauty, your strength, and your heart."
© Rukie vert
AUTHOR'S NOTE
sorry for the late update guys
next chapter will be coming with a different title stay tuned
XOXO 😘
