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She was turned away, so I couldn't see her face, but there was no doubt in my mind that it was her. Her hair was shorter, and maybe a little lighter, but it was still her hair. It was her voice. It was her everything. It was her.
"Willow," I said, and I barely heard myself, but she immediately froze.
She didn't turn around for a long time. The three of us stood in complete silence. I felt near tears. Ava looked lost.
When she did turn around, I was surprised by a lot of things.
It didn't feel like I thought it would. In every previous fantasy I had about seeing her again, there was never this tense silence hanging between us. In my head, everything always worked out perfectly. The only way I could tell she wasn't a hallucination in front of me was the fact that she wasn't running into my arms. If my sick mind had created this moment, she would have kissed me by now. Maybe my flaw was being too hopeful. Maybe she had the same problem. Maybe, not for the first time, we weren't hoping for the same things.
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(Old Version) Hopelessly Heroic
Teen FictionJune is an introspective hero, and Willow is a flirty villain. It could never work. Thanks to @peachspit for the cover! #1 in mindreading (for some reason)
