Good Things

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Prom was truly a night I'd never forget. I had won prom queen, me of all people. I nearly tripped getting on stage and chocked trying to give my few thanks. Pathetic. Johnny had been worth the torture of the dress, the tears, the whispers and name calling. He wa just right. I didn't need a prince charming. I just hoped he didn't wish for Cinderella.

"Milly congrats." We walked to his house, it was two in the morning and no one was home. It was exciting maybe he'd want to...it didn't matter he was mine again.

"So that was fun" I watched his face twist, he regretted the whole night.

"I'm sorry" 

"It's fine don't even worry" I did I always did. I did something wrong.

"No. Please"

"How about later, right now its time to get some sleep. I mean its Friday morning" 

He'd gone to sleep, I listened till his breath got heavy and warm. I walked out. Home. Maybe I did mess up somehow, last night I messed up. 

I'll fix it. I'll fix everything. 

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Johnny POV

'Yeah she saved my life. I owe her everything. I just don't want to see her get hurt. Love her for her not what you can get from her' Billy's words kinda stuck with me, they gave me the courage to call Milly and make sure I hadn't lost her. I'd waited for so long to hear her say that she loved me and I'd be the one to screw up. 

'She is very deteremined and observent and caring and so many things it'shard to believe she's been all alone for twelve years. Its hard to believe she could smile through it all, and not show any regrets from the hidden life' It was hard to believe that she'd done that for so long, to live alone and cry alone. She was more than a girl, she was like someone every guy wished they had, but was too afraid to chase after it. I had her. Finally.

'Love her for her. Don't take her kindness for weakness. She is stronger than you'll ever know, she'll love you all the same' He hung up and left the words dangling in the air, I felt my chest get heavier and the wind blew through the crack in the window. Had I loved her? Did I still love her. Damnit I was crazy about her and crazier to leave her. I had to know what happened.

Love her? How do I love her? 

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