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"Emon "Can you tell me where we are?" It was very cold outside as we came to a halt at the edge of a sheer cliff, and we were glad to be inside.
"We're already in Quezon, and we can't go to the sea there because it's too dark; otherwise, we'd be mistaken for robbers or something," he explained before accepting the coffee in a can that was still a little warm when we passed 7/11 on our way up to this point in the mountain. "We're already in Quezon, and we can't go to the sea there because it's too dark; otherwise, we'd be mistaken for rob
"Do you want us to wash your clothes?" In response to my question, he merely grinned and walked away. He's an odd person, to put it mildly.
I just walked outside and took off my jacket, which had reached the hem of my shorts at the time of the incident.
His attention was drawn away from the scene and he drove away in his automobile. It's chilly here, so let's just jump in the vehicle and go anywhere.
He walked over to me and put my hand in his, and I smiled. "No, we're just passing through," he stated, to which I responded with a shake of my head. I'm going to plunge into a deep freeze right now.
I complained about the weather, but he was adamant and refused to let me go even though I begged him for it.
He sat in the backseat of the car and pushed me into the space between his knees, following which he threw his arms over my shoulders and drove away.
The iron we were sitting on was a little icy at first, but it warmed up rapidly after that.
"Does it get cold over there?" he queried, his lips brushing against my ear as he mumbled. "Is it cold over there?" he inquired.
The coffee in the can that I hadn't yet opened was beckoning my attention. It was "H-not anymore," I mumbled as I tinkered with the thing. he said as he rubbed my arm, "Let's start here first, and then we'll go to the lagoon tomorrow." He's dressed in a jacket and pants with a thin fit for a more laid-back look.
Meanwhile, I was feeling the chill since I didn't have a T-shirt tucked under my jacket.
The man pointed to a tower from which we could see a light in the distance. "Do you see that?" he said.
When I asked him why he tickled the side of my neck with his head even tighter to mine, he said, "Rizal is there, and I want to go there."
Then he rubbed his fingers through my hair and smelled the back of my neck. "You, where else do you want to go?" he queried. "I don't know," she said. The tickling sensation he is giving off looks to be due to his movement, which appears to be quite rapid.
"K-anywhere as long as you're with me," I stuttered, shocked by what I'd said. "K-anywhere as long as you're with me," I said. He was similarly taken aback by what I'd said, so I put my palm over my mouth to keep it from spilling out.
As he massaged the back of my neck, I closed my eyes, tickled by the sensation. "Damn, I wonder what it was for, huh?" he said. It took a lot of effort on my part to keep my laughter under control.
"Hmm, we're the same," he said, and every single word he spoke had the effect of elevating my status in his eyes. I hope that we can maintain our current state indefinitely, but I'm not sure that's possible or desirable.
He stretched out and extended his arm closer to mine when I said "you, let's go inside," and I moved closer between him and his jacket, which was a bit loose on him so that I could still fit inside.
"We're only passing through, and I'm sorry I can't embrace you in the car," he added, caressing the inner of my thigh with his fingertips.
When I say "S-shit," he instantly apologizes for his behavior.
I turned around to face him as soon as he started speaking, "I want to approach you," and he was looking at me with a piercing gaze.
"I want you to be alone because I'm a selfish person," says the other person. In your case, I want to do all in my ability to put things right. As soon as he hears my name, an avalanche of recollections floods back into my brain.
Even on the day when I was attacked by a brutal rapist, I remained strong. Why?
'Hey, what's the matter with you?' he said, and I just shook his hand and clasped his hand in mine. In his hug, I feel safe and protected.
With uncontrollable tears flowing down my cheeks, I explain that I am relieved since I no longer feel connected to all of my problems.
"I swear to you, I will be of assistance," he says as he gently caresses my cheeks all the way up to my neck and brushes his lips against mine. "I swear to you, I will be of assistance," he says.
A million stars are keeping an eye on us right now, and I have the impression that the universe has come to a full stop for a brief second since all I can hear is the hammering of my own heart.
"I want to see you happy," the narrator states in the first person. I did nothing except close my eyes as he applied pressure to our foreheads and began to caress my back until I fell asleep.
At the same moment, I had one hand on his arm and the other in his hand, which was a little awkward.
Right now, we're both leaning in and holding hands with each other.
'I'm sorry you've been gone for such a long time, I was frightened you wouldn't come back,' I murmured, and his lips caressed my temple as if to say, "I will always be here for you, I will always come back because you're my love, I can't stand you." He then walked away, his lips touching my temple again. I'm not sure what I'm feeling right now; I have the impression that I will be free for the rest of my life, yet there appears to be something lacking from my experience.
There are chasms in my personality that I'm not sure where they're located.
After all, I have no idea what I'm looking for in the first place.
Is it feasible to locate the information I'm looking for?
Perhaps you've simply reached your limit of endurance.
In between kissing the back of my neck and forcing me to close my eyes, he said: "Hey, are you stunned?"
By the time I looked at my wrist watch, it was three o'clock in the morning and emon hadn't fallen asleep yet. We should just go check into the nearby hotel at the resort so that we can go there first thing in the morning," I said to him as he moved away from me. It was still chilly when I descended to the lower levels of the building.
I took his hand in mine and he mumbled, "All right, for now, we'll simply walk along the beach there for a bit."
His serious tone faded as he gently slapped me across the face while holding me such that my palm was resting on his. "What was it, your drama?" he said.
This is exactly what I'm referring to...
Afterwards, he didn't say anything further until I opened the door to his car and stepped inside with him.
While it has been a long time, it looks like I have been associated with him for a lengthy period of time.
My thanks were acknowledged by him with a smile as he started the car's engine. He then drove away in silence.
This time, I'll be there for you at all times, since something is being taken care of." I was a little concerned when he said something that made me a little uncomfortable. What if the rapist reappeared out of nowhere and followed emon around?
After a moment's thought, he glanced at me with worry before holding my hand in his. "Hey, what's wrong with you?" he said. I, on the other hand, made sure that my hand stayed away from his.
His scouting activities have piqued my interest, and I have the distinct sensation that he plans to wreak havoc on my life once more.
To be happy, all I want is to be normal and to go through the situation as if I were another person in the same situation.
"Blew? Please provide an explanation for what transpired. "Can you tell me what exactly is on your mind?" He appeared to be in a state of panic and pulled over next to me. I didn't say anything; I simply closed my eyes and waited.
The number of images and concepts that are rushing through my brain is so overwhelming that I'm not sure which one is real and which one is a dream.
I felt my head start to feel heavy again as he grasped my shoulder, but my two hands were still on my ears and my head was beginning to feel heavy again. "Hey girl, have a look at me," he said, his hand on my shoulder.
""I have a headache, and I don't want to do anything about it!" It wasn't easy, but I managed to say it while tears flowed down my cheeks. "E-emon, you're a shameless sy-" I mumbled.
The reason I felt more calm is a mystery to me, but my body got softer and my eyes yearned to rest first.
It was his words, "Morning," that woke me up from my slumber. He was lying next to me, his eyes fixed on me.
"Morning, as well," I said, beginning at the beginning of the sentence. When I was in tremendous agony, I came dangerously near to slamming my head against the vehicle window, which served as a warning sign. "Can you tell me precisely what happened? Tsaka- Oh my gosh, what a mess! "What the heck happened to us?" we exclaim. Upon noticing him not wearing a shirt and instead only sporting boxer shorts, I yelled at him since I was also wearing a loose-fitting tee shirt and it was obvious to me that he was still wearing underwear, so I was yelling at him as well.
"Nothing? "Can you tell us what you want to happen to us and why you want it to happen?" He even managed to deceive me while I was in a state of complete panic.
"Nothing! "I'm just curious," I say. The moment I stood up, he walked over to my side and handed me the paper bag, which I thought was weird at the time.
In response to my handing him a bag containing the clothing I had purchased earlier in the day, he said, "Take a bath, and here are the clothes I purchased earlier." His jeans were shredded right in front of me, and he was just wearing slippers on his feet at the time.
"Can you tell me where we are?" "Can you tell me where we are?" In response to my question, he moved the curtain aside, inviting me to do the same.
The beautiful sight of beautiful beach and sea in front of the hotel where we were spending the night as soon as the glare of the sun receded from my vision filled me with happiness.
The words "Wow, we've arrived" barely made it out of my mouth before he turned around and grabbed me from behind once more. He's misleading us once more, and again.
In the midst of brushing my hair with his palms, he inquired, "Does that qualify as a bath or breakfast?" Despite the fact that it's tickling, he manages to put a smile on my face.
As I smiled at him and stared him directly in the eyes with my gaze, I added, "First things first, breakfast, I'm famished."
When I look him in the eyes, his harsh expression softens, as if he actually appreciates and respects me for who I am.
When we reached the veranda of the room, he took my hand in his as we walked out to where a table had been set up and food was being prepared.
As soon as we've finished dining there, we'll take a tour of the entire resort, he said, sounding very enthusiastic at the time.
No, I'm not going to start with a question about yesterday. When I force myself to do what I want, I experience a relapse of feelings of hurt.
I was having pancakes when he said, "Thank you, sir. You can put your trust in me." He was preparing coffee and I was eating pancakes at the same time.
"Regardless of the outcome, emon, I have entire confidence in you. "I'm praying for the best...", I say. With quiet tones, I spoke the final phrase I wanted to say and just smiled at him.
"So please don't let me down, I have high expectations for you," I said, and he gently pressed his hand on the back of my palm to express his appreciation.
The way he said "smile" as he pulled out the polariod camera caught me off guard, and I was surprised by how swiftly he said it.
"I really don't want to!" exclaims the writer. While still clutching the paper bag in my arms, I answered with a chuckle and ran into the toilet.
A deep inhale before closing my eyes and seeing his face occurs at the same moment as I lock the door and place one hand on my chest.
I sat on the floor, my chest squeezed tightly against the floor.
"My heart has been racing ceaselessly for the past few hours. "Can you tell me the reason?" My reflection shows a smile on my face, and I'm blushing since I asked the question because he appeared to be ambilis bilis about the situation.
"Damn it," the author screams out.
"Can you tell me where you were when you vanished?" says the narrator. I queried, and he responded with a grin before continuing.
