To Dean,
« I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way that this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest...
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THE BRUNETTE was walking towards the Gryffindor's tower, planning to rest and come out for dinner only when someone called her behind.
"Anna! Anna!"
She turned around to see Dean running in her direction with a look of relief when he saw she hadn't ignored him.
"Dean? What's wrong?"
"What's wro— Nothing, why? I just wanted to know if you wanted to hang around for a while. We've not been talking for quite some time."
Annabel seemed taken aback but she shook her head, they had been best friends for years, of course he didn't know she was Joy, of course she could hang out with him.
As friends.
At least, it was better than nothing.
"Yes, sure. What do you want to do?"
"Talk. I want to talk." Dean explained. "No, actually, I need to talk."
"Well, let's talk then, my friend." Annabel said before chuckling and wrapping her arm under his.
. . .
A/N Cute, isn't it? Tell me what you think will happen next or what you're hoping :)
