Proof
He stared at his lap not really knowing what to do.
He could have burnt it. Had it shredded to pieces.
His first thought however was 'do I have any room in my room'
He wanted to frame it. Hang it up in his room, or maybe in the hall so everyone could see it when they came in.
It was proof. Living, real proof that Hunter was real, and that he hadn't dreamt her up, and that she wasn't a figment of his imagination.
It was proof that she was exactly how he'd thought she'd be.
Caring.
Considerate.
Beautiful.
Neat handwriting.
Lonely.
Without love.
She was amazing. And he'd known it all along.
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First Love
Teen FictionShe ripped him apart, bit by bit until there was nothing left. Until she had him all. He fixed her. Over and over. He replaced all the pieces she didn't have with his own. He was her first kiss. She was his first love. And it was like a movie. Like...
