Nicholas groans against my lips, his only inches away from touching mine. He backs away, shaking his head. He finally starts, breaking the silence, “Do you want the answer to your question? Why I care so much about you? Why I’m still here?!” I stand there, blinking profusely, shocked by his outburst. All I manage is a nod, not trusting my voice. He speaks again, now with a whisper, moving with res...

_Freedom. _

The flying of a wild bird.

The floating of a falling leaf.

The daydreaming of an imaginative mind.

_Freedom._

The whistle of the wind.

The soaring of an eagle.

The galloping of a horse.

_Freedom._

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A simple word that can describe the most amazing feelings.

A simple word that isn’t enough.

A simple word that can be found in everything.

_Freedom._...