As I run through the endless corridor, the wind blew my hair in my face. I couldn't see anything. Suddenly, I tripped and fell face first onto...someone. The girl fell back with a light thud, yet it was so graceful. As she did, her soft hand brushed the hair out my face.
"Hey, are you okay?" I lay there, shocked at what beautiful eyes were gazing at mine.
I snapped out of this trance and replied, "Oh, yes, thanks, I'm okay." As I prepared to stand up, she pulled me down onto her lips. It felt like perfection, something I had never experienced before. As we heard some footsteps, we drew apart, and she helped me stand up.
"Thanks," I smiled as she walked away. I realised there was something in my hair. A small piece of paper covered in digits, which made out to be a phone number. I squealed in excitement as I walked away, in the opposite direction to her.
First short story :) hope you like it
I will probably leave this story but if anyone wants to know what happens then say so.
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