32- I kissed my boss

Liana Moore

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The sad part of all my life tale was not what I experienced, it was to have had no shoulder to lean on when I was at my lowest.

But now here he was, Oliver Castillo Ross.

He was just behind me with his hands wrapped around me. And that moment, my whole life flashed before my eyes. Everything led to a simple question, why have I never gotten anyone to just hold me so well like I mattered?

The tears I always tried to hold were slowly welling up at the surface of my eyes. My burning chest always caught me wanting to rub it and comfort myself.

I lifted my hand to my chest. The pain was unbearable. I bit my lip so hard to control the sobs, but I couldn't. I wished he could just stay like that and not see the tears flowing. But he sadly unwrapped his hands off me, resting them on my shoulders.

Then he moved slowly in front of me. Once he fully faced me, I shook my head. "I'm not crying." I smiled which came painful. "I'm not crying," I repeated in a fading voice.

He sile