PROLOGUE
May's a tiny bit less different now. She still seems to always be in the spotlight and adored by all, but now I know who she is. About a week ago, I'd watch her from afar and admire her in all her splendor. Now, I can admire her from up-close; watch her as she simply lives. Now, I know that her favorite chocolate bar is the Hershey's Cookies 'n' Cream, that she hates bottled water and that she'd give anything to see a heavy metal concert.
I don't really know how it happened, to be honest. But I know that she made me the luckiest human on this planet. She kissed me, gave me the most tender kiss that ever existed, and decided that I was what she wanted. She decided she wanted me.
I don't know where we stand, or what we are, or what we'll do, I just know that she holds my hand in the hallways and kisses me occasionally. We rarely talk; we prefer staring at each other. Sometimes I feel like the Mona Lisa smile is going to transform is something more beautiful, more radiant, but it never does.
I feel like I don't deserve all of this.
How could I be worthy of whatever she's giving to me?
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My Girl (That Girl, #2)
Short StorySequel to 'That Girl' May's a tiny bit less different now. She still seems to always be in the spotlight and adored by all, but now I know who she is. About a week ago, I'd watch her from afar and admire her in all her splendor. Now, I can admire he...
