'why are you even friends with me?',
she had once asked.
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they just finished class,
them being the last to leave,
her deliberate tactic of avoiding everyone else,
his of just wanting to stay with her.
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he just shrugged,
patted her head,
'you'll know when I tell you,
someday.'
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he then bent down,
to her height,
and tapped her nose,
affection clearly seeped from the action.
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her heart beat faster,
maybe in curiosity,
when his face got so,
so close.
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it was the first time,
he had ever been so close,
to her,
and it was the first time,
someone had done so without running away,
in disgust.
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perfect imperfections
Short Storyimperfections, who's normal without them? hers were her scars and spots. but to him, hers were perfect. -warning- contains suggestion of cutting and is down right depressing
