The end of junior year, he snuck into her window at twelve o'clock at night for the last time, he told her he loved her for the last time, and kissed her cheek.
She loved him, she loved his goofy jokes he only told to her, she loved his flippy hair, but most of all, she loved his heart.
But as always, he was already
gone
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Wanderlust L.h.
FanfictionShe hated him, he loved her, he would follow her anywhere.
