Chapter 7. Lucy ~ after the collision

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I felt like I woke up from a dream, which started out as a nightmare. Perhaps it meant I was oblivious to the nice things until the end of my adventure, that sucks.

Rubbing my eyes, my gaze fell upon this guy with blondish hair. He was crying. Why was he crying? His face turned red, but his face was one you couldn't forget. He had intelligent eyes, I could tell. His face was beautiful, I didn't think guys could be beautiful, It was a shame he covered up part of it with his fringe.

It took a minute before I realised he was staring right back at me. I gulped and turned away in embarrassment. I blushed, hoping he wouldn't realise, I covered up my own face with my hair.

For some damn reason, this guy was still crying. He was like the cry guy! But he still has a look to him that makes him unforgettable. Damn he's incredible and I don't even know him.

This guy with dark brown hair tapped the cry guy on the shoulder. He pointed over at the girl kneeling down a couple feet from me. I shuddered. That did not look pretty, although I couldn't help but pity her. I looked around me but there was nothing I could do.

The guy with the dark hair looked cute, especially when he smiled. I had this feeling that one day, nothing, and I mean nothing, will tear the 4 of us apart. But we barely know each other!

The cry guy stared back at me after helping the girl that was on the bench earlier. He asked for my name. Omg! He asked for my name! Why the hell did I freak out inside! Clenching my fists and trying to pull myself together, I gave him a straight answer. I felt like I could trust him.
"Lucy"
"I'm Ben" he replied
Butterflies filled my stomach and I felt like walking in the air. Though, I already did that.

I couldn't help but smile.

Thank God he returned it! Wow. He looks way happier when he smiles. He has these cute little dimples that show up when he grins. The butterflies keep fluttering their wings.

I'm looking back at everyone here and for some mad reason, I finally feel like I have a purpose, a real one and an important one.

I felt like shouting it to the world,

I HAVE A PURPOSE!

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