Alex left the cafe a little early. He loved the guys, but theres a limit of roasting that he could take. The outside looked gloomy. It was gray from the past few rainy hours, and the wind was ever so calm. The day is so tiring, and he was ready to just move on from this girl.
Then he looked over on the other side of the road and saw her walking out of the old bookstore. He was amazed. How could such a beautiful girl have such a cold look? Alex pushed himself to walk to the other side of the street, and he barely realized what he was doing.
"Hey," he practically shouted.
She spun herself around at the touch of his hand on her shoulder. What was he doing? She obviously had some plans, and probably never wanted to speak to him again. Is he a stalker? He couldn't take how much of an idiot he was.
"oh, um." he coughed
She surprisingly smiled. That warm smile that danced slightly across her cheeks, and her eyes glimmered with happiness. She was absolutely mesmerizing. He was stuck in time.
"Hello, Alex." She simply spoke.
Those 2 words, meant the world. He didn't even know why he was so attached. But damn, he missed her being.
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A Million Letters You'll Never Send
FanfictionA story about Alex Turner being in love and stuff.