"Hey." I heard a voice shout from behind me.
"Viola?"
"What are you thinking about?" She chuckled.
"Nothing." I replied snapping back to reality. I gazed across the redecorated basketball court they used for the school dance, enveloping the emotions.
It was the last time I would see all of these people. Maybe some of us would go on to be doctors and lawyers or even president.
"Well then, may I have this dance?" She laughed.
I think I finally understood what my mom meant. And as I stare into Violas eyes, slow dancing to the most cheesy love song I have ever heard, there it is again. The flare in her eyes as our smiles collide. We spoke no words, but it was the mere silence that said everything.
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The Pluviophile Called Viola
RomanceA 500 word short story (written in 3 parts) of high school students Rain and Viola from their first date to present. I deeply appreciate the feedback and support! Thank you.
