She never liked to stare. All she did was throw a glance of a mere passerby towards the boy who made her flustered.
She never showed that she paid him attention. Never showed that she was falling for him without even hearing his voice.
It was her weakness. Love was her weakness. She falls in love easily. And she shouldn't deal with love in this stage of her life. She just shouldn't. But she couldn't.
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Short StoryA story about a boy and girl who found love and the meaning of life. He consumed her, and she consumed him. A tragedy.
