Gracie's POV
“Ryan, please look at me.”
He didn’t. He stepped away from the engine he'd been working on and started to walk away.
“Are you going to ignore me forever?” I shouted.
He froze, his back to me. “What do you want from me, Gracie?”
“I want you to forgive me,” I whispered, moving up to him until there were mere inches separating us. “I want you to lov—to not hate me anymore.”
He stared at the garage floor, his body rigid with tension. Finally, he said in a voice so low I could barely hear him, “I do love you.” Then he turned and looked at me…and I wished he hadn’t. Especially when he added, “I just can’t look at you anymore.”
Oh my gosh this is perfect! Hurry and finish it please!
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Hi it's Nessie and can you writ more about Ryan and Gracie please and send it to bkids224@sbcglobal.net so I can read it while in the hospital still I am still sick.
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