Chapter twelve

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*Esther Pov*

I didn't even feel my hands dancing or my mouth moving. I barely heard anything I just felt the emotion. I felt a presence behind me as I stopped. We were both silent for what felt like forever. I can't trust my mind. I can't trust that it's him. "Esther." It was just a whisper but I heard it. I finally turned to him. It looked like him more than anything my mind had come up with before. He looked guiltily at my face and reached forward to pull me into a hug. "Oh Esther don't cry I'm-" I shut him up by punching him in the face. When my knuckles connected to his face. He slipped and fell to the ground. I knew he was real. I jumped on top of him pulling him into a hug. "Mother Fucking Posh Poet."

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