Well his eyes was stuck on my face once again.
His blue eyes.
Like an ocean.
Or like a damn angel.
He would never be an angel for his lifetime.
My thoughts was interrupted by his words:
"You don't have to make a scene to get my attention."
I swear that his goddamn smirk was on his face 24/7.
"I don' t need your help. Thanks."
I told him sarcastically.
He still wouldn' t let me go.
My eyebrows went high on my forehead.
In that question:
What the fuck?
"You can let me go. I didn' t ask for help."
Nothing.
My nerves was cracking.
Fuck him.
My leg went for his knee.
But i did a biger damage than i thought.
He slipped on that wet floor for which was caused by the cleaning lady.
My arms went automaticaly around his neck.
Both of us was now in the air.
I believe i can fly....
I believe i can touch the sky...
Well this wasn' t in our case.
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Teen FictionHe was the first boy that i was in love. And the last. No one ever stoled my heart like him. He was the end of my world. My heart was made for him. But were his made for mine?
