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❝BABY IT'S COLD OUTSIDE.❞
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Delilah Fitch walked through the aisle, the way melting snow moved through the checkered cracks in the pavement. Fluid, yet with a sense of languidness.
Like, she had nothing better to do anyway, so she might as well take her time.
Parker Addington fumbled with the ticket printing machine, and swallowed hard.
He sat behind this very girl for an entire year in his life, yet he'd never spoken to her.
He wasn't a nerd, and she wasn't popular or vice versa. He wasn't a jock, and she wasn't the new, shy girl.
(lets push the clichés away, for this one)
No. They were two average highschool students, just like the rest of us.
They just never felt the need to talk to each other, except for this time.
Parker stepped forward, his hands clutched onto the ticket printing machine, and he swallowed again, desperately trying to wet his parched throat.
"Where to?" He asked, his gaze fixed on the wobble of her lip.
It appeared as if his words has come out of his mouth, and then disappeared into nothingness.
He cleared his throat, and posed the same question again. "Where to?"
She sniffed and shook her head, as if finally realising where she was. She opened her mouth to answer, and her voice was as soft as butterfly wings
"Anywhere but here."
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a dance to remember | aspir | ✓
Cerita Pendek❝IN WHICH, IT IS A COLD DECEMBER IN LONDON, AND SNOW ISN'T THE ONLY THING THAT'S FALLING. HE'S FALLING FOR HER AS WELL.❞ Will Delilah Fitch be nothing more than a dance to remember?
