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He sat on her bed. He watched her fold clothes and listened to her talking about her life.
All this time, he hadn't gone a day without thinking about her. She was always in his mind. She was 18 now. It felt a bit odd, since the last time they met she was only 16.
He was 22 now, life on the road was amazing. After ending a world tour with the band in London, a month of rest was well earned. Even the fans suggested them to take a break.
After folding her clothes and putting them in her drawer she sat down beside him.
Michael watched her carefully. He loved Amelia. She was the most caring and sweet person. Sure she was impatient and stubborn, but he loved that about her. Yes, she snapped him off sometimes, but he deserved it. It wasn't her fault that he was an idiot.
He really wanted to tell her, that he loved her. But the words wouldn't come out. They couldn't. Instead he looked in to her eyes.
Her dark eyes, they almost looked black. In the sun they would change color to a almost brown color.

"Do you know how much I've missed you?"

She didn't know what to say. Because she didn't know.
But she didn't have to answer because before she could blink, he had crashed his lips against hers.
She opened her eyes in surprised and pushed him away.
Quickly she stood up and he followed.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!"

She screamed with a confused look.

"I just want t..."

"No! Get out! Get out and don't come back!" She screamed even louder and showed his bag into his arms.
She pointed at the door. He walked out in shame and heard the door smash behind him.

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