cliché || kim samuel

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sorry

she sat on the infirmary bed.

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he opened up the first aid kit.

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she winced at the sudden cold.

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"sorry."

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he placed an ice pack on her face.

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they sat in silence.

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she stared at her lap.

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he examined her face, making sure it wouldn't bruise.

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"sorry about hitting you."

"it's okay. it was an accident."

"and sorry about ditching you in the library."

"it wasn't your fault, really."

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he was glad she wasn't upset with him.

he was really sorry.

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"what time is it?"

"4:30. why?"

"never mind."

"we can still work on the project."

"okay. let's go."

they began walking to the library.

"be careful."

"thanks."

"sorry again."

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he carried her bag for her and she explained what she got done.

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they sat a table in the empty library.

"you could've let me do that," he stated looking at the work.

"it's alright."

they began writing and he leaned over to see what she was writing.

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they were extremely close.

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he constantly stared at her. he found her... interesting.

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"excuse me, the library is closing."

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it was already dark out.

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"sorry. let me walk you home."

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she wasn't dressed for a cool evening walk.

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he had his varsity jacket.

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now they walked home together.

can it get more cliché?