I still cannot forget about Christopher. All these moments, everything together, feels like a fairy tale. I still couldn't believe it—Christopher Hemsworth came here to save me. He was here to protect me. The memory of his presence was like a vivid dream that refused to fade. His strong, steady gaze, the way he stood between me and the chaos, and the warmth of his hand holding mine—it all replayed in my mind like a cherished film.I tried my best not to think about him, to focus on anything else, but it was impossible. It was as if he owned 70% of my brain, and every thought, every heartbeat, was consumed by him. His deep voice echoed in my ears, his protective stance etched into my memory. The intensity of his eyes, the way they bore into mine, held a power I couldn't escape. I found myself lost in daydreams, reliving every second of our encounter. The shock and awe of his arrival, the way he effortlessly took control of the situation, his unwavering determination to keep me safe—it was all so surreal, yet so incredibly real. I felt a strange warmth whenever I thought about him, a flutter in my chest that I couldn't quite explain. Even now, sitting alone in my room, I could feel the ghost of his presence. His words echoed in my mind, a constant reminder of his promise to protect me. I wondered what he would tell me tomorrow, what secrets he held, and why he seemed so determined to keep me safe. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, a mix of excitement and anxiety swirling within me. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't escape the pull he had on me. It was as if he had become a part of me, his image intertwined with my every thought and feeling.
I texted Lucy, pouring out every detail of the chaotic events that had unfolded. Her response was immediate, her shock palpable through the tiny screen. The revelation seemed to stun her, leaving her almost breathless with disbelief. As the night wore on, our conversation meandered through the tangled web of emotions and revelations, and I could hear the exhaustion in her voice. Without even realizing it, the comforting hum of her voice became a lullaby. We both drifted into sleep, lulled by the weight of our shared confessions and the quiet intimacy of the moment.
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