...and I finally got to see them

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It's noon and I'm sitting on the campus on a bench doing my homework. People walk by, but I'm concentrated on my books.
Suddenly I hear a weirdly known voice. I look up and see them. They look as pretty in real life as in the pictures she send me. She comes over and their eyes glow. They look so unbelievably happy it makes me start smiling. She starts running and I stand up to catch them with my arms for a long, strong hug.
I really missed her because we barely see each other. But right now we are together and the whole world seems less and less important. I feel a tear running down my face. I started crying. But it's fine, because I can feel their tears on my back. She's crying too.
We're both crying.
«You're real», she says with their broken, yet wonderful voice. «You are.», I answer, sounding the happiest I've sounded in a very long time.

I don't know what happened, but we ended up sitting on the bench on campus, crying and talking. But instead of being filled with sadness our tears are full of joy. Time passes and I get up. «Do you want a coffee?», I ask her. They say yes. So we walk to the closest coffee shop. On the way I notice the sun's already setting and the brown and red leaves draw colourful shades on the ground. They crunch as we walk over them and she jumps into a small puddle. We both laugh. It feels good to see them happy, after everything she's been through. I hope they know that I'll always be there for her. Now more than ever.
I buy us both coffee and we go to the park. There are teenagers with their friends everywhere.
Sometimes I wish I could be more like these teenagers. Having a normal social life, friends, normal school stress and fun. But I'm not and that's good. Because that's why I have them. If we were normal we would've never met.
We walk past the teenagers and I hug her and laugh.
It feels so dam(n) good to finally hold them in my arms, after all these years of waiting.

The end