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What would be the liking of a girl as special as her? Giving that Valentine's Day gift is pure marketing.
I doubted it would be like that. She is surrounded by superficiality and luxurious luxuries that would have made her think so.
Tedious advice from a dad that made me think: What could I offer you that was so special?
Chocolate is delicious, but very typical. I doubt that you'd like it to pluck a flower to let it wither in a vase.
Oh, my dear Sam. As simple and as complicated.
As misunderstood and as loved.
It was interesting and even funny that me, a boy. With his head in the clouds, Would come to understand a strange young woman.
Maybe we were always the ones for one another.
Breaking the lyrics of the attraction underneath the cliché of being the best friends couple.
Something has illuminated me and it was nit that flame that hit my face after that fight with Ember.
After catching her into the thermos, She had dropped what she had stolen. That same thing was what the owners gave me in gratitude for helping them. "A very special neckleace, Ghost boy for a very special girl." Today's a great day and maybe it will help you."
Yes, and I knew exactly who would be the new owner of that necklace.
But I was still in that same dilemma. Was she not interested in these things? What if she didn't like it?
After turning it around and around, Until night fell. I kept the necklace.
Today I would see her, Maybe I will have the opportunity to give it to her, at some point.
We walked together through the park. It was fuller than usual, But that was due to the date.
Sam didn't seem to dislike this day. It was a normal date. Like the ones we always had.
There came a point in the night when she took out a small box. It was wrapped up in ghost-patterned paper with a green ribbon.
"I know I don't usually do this. But it's our first Valentine's Day together and I was wondering. Well-just take it."
She extended the little box towards me. Her face lit up a beautiful reddish color. That blush, the black eyeliner, her amethyst eyes and her white skin. Formed the perfect picture, I was worthy of a picture frame with her black hair.
I shook my head, I had been dull and confused. I started laughing which she didn't like.
"I'm sorry Sam. It's just that I'm being a perfect fool. I over complicated things so much." I mentioned between laughs.
"I don't understand."
I took out the purple necklace from my pocket. Made perfect eye contact with her.
"No need...The real question is, Would you be my valentine today?"
It made her laugh, Surely now it amused her. Something told me with just the looks we gave each other, I understood all the mental mess, I had before, I had gotten here.
After all, who knows me as well as her?
We're labeled as a cliché couple, But we're the perfect couple. I prefer to be with a girl, Who knows me the most in this world, Better than I know myself and any other who breaks my perfect "Cliché"
She launched herself at me and gave me a hug, her amethyst lips softly struck my cheek. An ineffable sensation making me feel more foolish than I already felt.
"I accept, Silly!"
I had closed her with my arm, and then we ended up fully embraced in the middle of other couples. But there was a problem: we called a lot of attention. Currently I am easy to recognize. Sometimes I even really miss being "Inviso Bill" the ghost boy who when he was not saving Amity was even more invisible in his human form.
I took my Valentine from her waist, I ended up going ghost and we literally flew out of there.
Sam looked at me funny, but she soon surrounded me with her delicate arms. It would take her to a special place for us: under that tree where everything started.
