𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭

As she hastily packed her belongings, her fingers brushed against the earpods, now silenced and still. The bag slung over her shoulder, she took off in a sprint, her feet pounding the wet pavement. Her running speed is matching with my walking speed. I chuckled. A smile crept on my face, a gentle amused curve on my lips. It was strange, foreign sensation, yet it felt natural, as if I'd been smiling all my life. The words tumbled out of my mouth, a mixture of shock, excitement, and longing. "Fuck, I am in love. I guess. I am." The realization hit me like a ton of bricks, leaving me breathless and bewildered. And just like that, I went from being a ruthless mafia leader to a lovesick puppy. Who knew love could be so... entertaining? Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go kidnap my new girlfriend.