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Bold is Hanna.
Italics is thoughts.
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she sat on a park bench licking her ice cream. Her favourite flavour was chocolate. Like me. Suddenly she cocked her head to the side her brown hair falling in her gorgeous green eyes.
"Why are you still doing this 26 girls thing?"
"I dunno I suppose I want closure. I don't like leaving things uncompleted"
Her green eyes sparkled under the summer sun as she looked up to the sky her voice shaking slightly as she said:
"And you haven't felt anything special with any one of us?"
"That's not true Han you know I love you"
Her eyes glimmered in hope
"Then why did we break up?"
"I thought it was mutual"
Silent tears poured down her face.
"I thought you needed space. Time. To get over her. You can't love someone if you're still not over your previous love. I love you. I always fucking have. And I think I always will."
Her tears were uncontrollable, I didn't know what to say or do. So I did the one thing I could think of.
I kissed her.
And I swear I didn't feel butterflies like when I kissed you. I felt the whole fucking zoo.
YOU ARE READING
26 girls
Short StoryBrett was lost And was trying to fill in the missing pieces That all revolved around losing Dea. Brett wanted to fall in love again. One girl per letter of the alphabet. Surely he would find love, Or the truth which was a lot harder to face.
