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#22

I sit, nervously fiddling with the hem of my shirt. The park is pretty much empty and a soothing wind plays with my hair. The sun is beginning to set, leaving everything in orange and purple colors.

"you can do this", I whisper to myself, "you are strong."

I look at my watch. 4 minutes late. He is 4 minutes late. What if he decides not to come? What if all of this was a stupid prank?
He probably doesn't even like me. And even if he comes, he's probably just gonna go after seeing me. There is nothing special about me.

My brown hair isn't curly or wavy, but it's not straight either. It's this annoying stage in the middle. My eyes are dull and have lost all their emotions. My skin looks pale, too pale. I look dead. There is nothing pretty about me.

What would he ever see in me?

"Hey, I'm sorry that I'm late. I was caught in traffic", says a sudden voice in front of me.

I jump. He laughs.

But it's not a mean laugh. Not loud and obnoxious, like I'm used to. It's sweet and kind. It's different. I like it. A small smile forms on my face.

"you alright?", he asks with a raspy voice. This is it, I guess. This is what we've both been anticipating.

I look up at him.

"what the fuck?", I say, wide eyed.

"Hi K, I'm Grayson. Grayson Dolan"

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Le fin

Hey everyone, this is the end of this story.

Should I make a sequel??