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Imagine Malia sitting across from you, her hands in yours. This was it, you had asked her to meet you for a reason: you were going to tell her how you felt about her. You were going to tell her you love her.
You take a deep breath, grasping her hands tightly as you do so, and exhale. "I don't really know how to start these or if they're even is a way to start them. I don't know if you just say it or . . ."
"Y/N, just tell me." she urges.
You sigh softly. "I love you, Malia."
Her eyes widen. She wasn't expecting to hear that.
"Malia?"
She quickly grabs the drink placed to her right and places the glass to her lips. She slurps back the drink, slowly, as a way of stalling.
"Malia?"
She finishes her drink and places the glass back down on the table.
