i wanted to say hi, but you're over there and I'm stuck over here.

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the other boys were being mean to her, and she always knew that meant they liked her. but she didn't like them. she didn't want to like boys who abused girls out of love. that didn't seem like love at all.

but you?

you were more than love. you were something else.

and him? a boy who wanted her for who she truly was?

she was too busy trying to get your attention to even glance his way.

once she mustered up the courage, to say something, you were caught off guard.

'can i sit here?'

you thought her outfit was hideous. you thought her acne was disgusting. you thought her existence was torture.

you scrunched up your face right in front of her and gagged.

you froze her, like an ice sculpture, then destroyed her.