Chapter 5: his POV III

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She is going to jump, I know it. She's standing on that edge, ready to fling herself off. I can't let her go, not when I've only just met her. I've never felt love like this, never. Well, I don't think I've ever really felt romantic love. Anyway, I have to stop her. I shout something at her, something along the line of "if not for yourself, for me. That was so cheesy. She looks up at me with tears in her eyes.
"Do you- do you wanna listen to some music?"
I pull out my iPad and out Spotify on. My playlist is along the lines of the emo trinity, twenty one pilots, Marina and the diamonds, Lana deal Ray, Troye Sivan, and Melanie Martinez.
"Why do you care so much? You only met me a few hours ago."
"Yeah, but-" I go bright red. "I think I love you."
She blushes too, then looks up at me.
"Really?"
I nod my head.
"W-wow, I've never... I've never really had anyone love me before."
"Well, I guess here I am..."
I pull her into a tight hug. We slump to the floor of the roof, so she's kinda cradled in my arms and sitting in my lap. After about ten minutes, she looks up at me.
"Wanna play some games?"
We play all sorts of ridiculous games, from cat's cradle to things like would you rather. We end up playing truth or dare. It turns to about five am, and it's her turn.
"Truth or dare, armin."
"Dare."
"Kiss me."
Did she just ask me- me- to kiss her? Wow. We stand up as she moves closer to me. As we start to kiss, the sun comes up, and this is where I want to be, forever. Kissing (y/n) looking into her beautiful (e/c) eyes, kissing whilst 'youth' by Troye Sivan plays in the background.

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