𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖑𝖚𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖈 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖕𝖔𝖊𝖙𝖗𝖞

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I trembled all over my body. I was alone in the room, but the weight of the recently pronounced declaration weighed down on me and prevented me from breathing calmly.

He had given his piece of music my name?

But I didn't have much time to think. Alastair came back and dropped a piece of paper on my lap. He stood in front of me and avoided my eyes.

'I found one of your poems.'

His voice was calm and controlled, but a storm raged in my head. All I could think was: Oh no, oh no. Let it be another poem, but not that cursed one...

Unfortunately.My eyes floated over the rules and with every word I read I wished I could sink into the ground and disappear.

"His gaze rests on me; his eyes pierce my soul and make my skin burn" ... "I am an open book to him "..." he burns me with his fire".

I stood up and looked at the boy anxiously. I wanted to ask him if he had read the poem, but one look into those dark eyes let me know it was so. Those eyes that read me so well.

I sighed. I knew I had ruined our friendship; that poem was just as much a declaration of love. I hated it. I háted it.

'Listen, Alastair. It's not what you think...' I began, but he stepped forward and put his finger on my lips. There wasn't more than twenty centimetres between us; his eyes had never been so close and my heart was pounding so loud I thought the whole school should wake up because of it.

The butterflies in my belly had turned into eagles flying wildly around and trying to escape.

'For once words are not necessary, Oliver...' he whispered. Then he closed the small distance between our bodies by pressing his lips on mine.

His lips were sweet; sweeter than I had imagined. I still couldn't believe it, but it really happened;

There, in that dark library, with the moon illuminating his face, the candles casting shadows on our bodies, next to his piano and between my poems, Alastair Livingstone kissed me, like the confluence of music and poetry. Our kiss became a song that rose to the stars and will never be forgotten. 

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