The glass clinks when it’s set down on the table. The girl looks around, and something catches her eye. Across the street, sitting outside on a bench eating ice-cream is a boy with blonde locks and gray eyes.
Her heart begins to flutter. Could he be the one she had been looking for all these years?
From the moment she laid eyes on him, she knew he’s the one. She can tell by the way he carefully grips the ice-cream cone, the way he glances around happily, and the cool demeanor about him. Oh, yes, he's the one. He's the boy she's been waiting years for.
He's the one she has to kill.
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General FictionRandom stories that pop into my head at the randomest times.
