*Winters pov*
I got some sleep and I am still feeling the same exact way as I was last night. I walked through the halls to my next class, I couldn't stop thinking about him, the guy behind the screen, the guy who was keeping a secret. I held my books hard against my chest, I couldn't possibly be feeling anything for him, it's just in my head. I walked in the door of my class and didn't look back. Even if I do have feelings for him, I am going to ignore them. I am in a happy relationship right now, and I have no intentions of ruining what I already have. I don't need Isaac in my life. I'm not talking to him anymore, I just need to let go. I sat at my seat and I smiled, relief. As my teacher spoke and wrote on the chalkboard I scribbled down notes, hearing the noise of my pencil lead running against the paper. I feel happy.
~ ~ ~
"Hey, do you know what?"
"What?"
"I love you more than anyone, I will never let you down."
He pulled me on his lap, and i looked at his face, his cheeks red from blushing. He said,
"Of course you won't let me down, I never would expect you too. I love you too."
He kissed me on the cheek and I blushed. I can't ruin this.
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One Contact
Historia CortaShe finds a phone on the sidewalk. There is no trace of someone ever owning it, except one single contact, 'Unknown'. When she texts the number someone replies.
