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"I know people make promises all the time,

then they turn right around and break them,

when someone cuts your heart open with a knife,

and you're bleeding..."

-Not a Bad Thing {Justin Timberlake}

THOUGH THE autumn weather was considerably warmer than New York, I tugged tighter on my sweater, hoping the warmth would swallow me up whole

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THOUGH THE autumn weather was considerably warmer than New York, I tugged tighter on my sweater, hoping the warmth would swallow me up whole.

News flash: it didn't.

Taking Ginger's leash, I wrapped it around my wrist and stepped onto the sidewalk, avoiding the possibility of getting hit.

Between unpacking the gazillion-and-something boxes we moved in, getting settled into the house, and shopping for the necessary items I needed due to school starting next week, I didn't really have a chance to explore much of the neighborhood.

So as Ginger lead me on, I mindlessly admired the different yards, the smell of the crisp autumn air as my hair danced in the wind. Up ahead there was a park with a ginormous lake, and a playground in the center of the large field that stretched on and on.

People of all sorts were sitting and reading magazines, admiring the scenery, feeding the birds and squirrels that smelt food, and dog walkers who were aimlessly following their dogs.

Deciding to let Ginger lead the way, she walked towards the dog trail and began smelling the dogs, greeting them all in a very common nature. As we continued our walk, a dog came bounding through the field, heading straight towards us. Never being in such a situation, I instinctively screamed and braced myself for the fall that was to follow.

But the fall never came.

I opened one eye slowly, scared to see what was in front of me. But when I opened the other eye, my jaw dropped and I narrowed my eyes. Standing there, in front of me, was Zac, who was currently gripping his stomach as he wheezed from laughing. "You should've seen your face!" he managed to let out in between laughter.

I scoffed at the boy and was about to give him a piece of my mind when I found myself staring at his smile. The crinkles around his eyes complimented the sharp jawline, making him look like a god.

Did I just call him a god?

Oh lord, please have mercy on my soul.

"Well if it wasn't for your incredibly adorable dog, I wouldn't have screamed." I defended, crossing my arms across my chest in a defiant manner.

A smirk took over his annoyingly handsome face as he mused in amusement. "Is that so?"

"Yes." I cringed as my voice came out as a croak instead of sounding confident. I cleared my throat and tried again. "Yes."

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