"Are you alright?" The handsome boy known as my best friend asked me.
I couldn't help but to let my heart flutter for a brief moment when Benjamin entwined his fingers with mine.
The boy gave it a gentle squeeze, just like he always had done in kindergarten when ever he knew that something was wrong.
I picked up my pencil and wrote something down on a sticky note, shaking my head.
"Then what's been bothering you? You look hurt every time I see you in class, and when you're alone at lunch."
I swallowed the dry lump in my throat, my palms became sweaty.
With my left hand, I held up the blue sticky note for him to read.
"I love you."
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The Girl Who Couldn't Speak ✓
Short StoryMama told me that I was a beautiful girl when I was little. Mama said that I had the prettiest tan skin, soft wavy black hair, and the most enchanting emerald eyes. She always called me her bundle of joy. Then she got very sad when she told me that...
