"Thanking god."

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"What do you mean?"
"I mean I'm moving away." I breathed heavily, my heart shattered into pieces.
"You seriously can't be moving..." I stood there in my old faded jeans, he couldn't be moving. He pulled me closer and rested my head on his chest.
"It's okay, we'll... We'll figure out something." A tear ran down my cheek as we laid in the back of his truck.
"I love you Johnny..."
"I love you too..."

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