Sad story.
We both end up on that floor.
He was laying on me.
And i felt his muscles that were like from a god.
Holy crap.
I'm dying.
But my head didn' t hurt at all.
His hand was coverig back of my head.
And his face was making funny expresion.
His eyes closed and his eyebrows frowing.
I laught at him.
He was funny.
When he looked at me in confucion, it was so hard to not laugh at him.
My stomach hurt because of my laugh.
But i didn' t care.
People around us was staring.
And then my ears heard the most beautiful sound in the world.
His laugh.
His mouth were smiling with a white teeth.
His brown hair sticking out from a place.
His strong arms on the sides of my head made space beetwen us.
I bet that my mouth was open like a book.
Without any words i was enchanted.
His laugh was like a magic.
Or spell that he made to work on me.
To fall for him.
It was like a shooting star when i realize it.
I fell in love.
Indeed.
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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?
