“What did you wish for?” He whispered as the two sat on the hill, glancing at the fireworks dancing in the sky and empty bottles piling up at their feet.
“I wished you’d fall in love with me,” she quietly said as she tugged her sleeve to cover the leftover residue from the knife.
“Why?”
“Because you’re really someone worth falling in love with. Think about it: if we were in love with each other, I wouldn’t be drifting away like this—” she paused and twirled her fingertips around a dandelion nearby, blowing her soul into it as she watched it fly away and slip out of her fingers. “I wouldn’t be a nobody, well, at least not while I am with you.”
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11:11
Randomdear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?
