Seven Years Old

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He grabbed my hand and said, "Are you ok?" 

I felt sparks go up my arm to my heart. Fireworks went off in my head.

"Aiden?"

"Amara?"

"Did you feel that?"

"Yes"

He's the one. 

He's my prince.

And I'm his princess

We'll get a castle.

He'll save me from a tower one day.

He'll wake me up from a terrible dream with his true love's kiss.

"The sparks?"

"Amara, this isn't a fairytale."

"You said you felt them though."

"You squeezed my hand really hard."

Oh.

"Hey Amara!"

"What?" I snapped at Grayson

"Wanna one v. one me?" 

"No." I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, ok"


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