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-I'd never imagine you were that cuddly.- Phil laughed as I placed my head on his shoulder, already inside the car.

-Fuck you.- I said, as my face turned to a never seen before shade of red.

-Yeah, that's what I pictured you to be like. - He laughed again, little he knew that I wanted to kiss him until he died of asphyxiation every time he laughed.-It's cute, anyways.- He kissed the top of my head and all of a sudden you could fry hamburgers on my heated, blushed face.

Clari was constantly laughing and saying we were adorable. 

     Honestly?

         I thought the exact same.

               I ship us. 



         Too bad Phil can never know.



No, he can't know.

    I wish we could be a happy couple and do all  the couply happy things people do.

        But I'm not meant for that.

           I am a hurricane.

              Phil is a flower.

                Phil makes the world prettier and smells nice.

            I break everything and everyone

         And if I don't stay minimally away from Phil

    I will destroy him too.

 So I'd rather hurt myself

Than hurt Phil.

Than hurt my  happy little Phil.

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