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"C'mon, hurry Raine."
He grabbed my hand and we ran, laughing as we did, towards the small white gazebo. Rain soaked through our clothes, hair plastered to our heads but we didn't care. I was happy for the first time in my life, and I owe it to him. To the boy that was even now holding my hand so tightly in his.
I felt secure and safe in the knowledge that this happiness was truly mine.
Author: Hi, I know it's short but bare with me. This is also posted on fictionpress under my Quinn84. Thanks for reading!
