Thinking of You

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Kate's POV

It had been a few days since the day I was crying near the seashore.

"It had been three days! But I could not put that stupid guy out of my mind!"

He was just a guy who took a picture of you accidentaly. I kept reminding my self. But another side of me wants to meet him again.

All I wanted to do is to sleep. So I tucked myself to bed and started drifting to deep sleep.

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As I opened my eyes the next day I was welcomed by the warm summer sunshine which passed through my bedroom window.

I decided to take my dog, Keith to a walk to the park. I hurriedly prepared myself. After a few minutes of shower and a few more through rummaging my closet, I finally settled to my favorite candy pink tank top, aqua blue shorts, and mint green sneakers.

The moment I hopped out of my room I was tackled by my Golden Retriever, Keith.

"Hey Keith, Stop it!" I said as I try to resist it's cuteness.

After a few licks here and there I finally managed Keith to come out and take a walk with me. On our way to the park I noticed only few dog owners took their dogs out for a walk.

"A few more meters and we can play in the park." I announced to my dog. As if your dog can understand you, idiot! A voice inside my head told me.

As we arrived the park, I got off Keith's leash for him to take a few minutes of exploring the park himself. I was sitting on a bench in front of a pond and the wonderful view of newly bloomed flowers. As the wind flew freely through my face I hears that click and saw a flash. Just like the click at the beach. The voice in my head told me once again. After a few clicks and flashes here and there, I decided to face the photographer who irritated me from all the clicks and flashes it's camera produced.

I slowly turned my head to the direction of the last click I heard.

And to my surprise...

Guess who the damn photographer is.

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Author's Note:

Sorry for the Radical and Pi symbols. Just a Math Lover over here.

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