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she went out her window the same time every night, he realized. no matter the weather, she would sit outside her window and look at the sky.
one day, he decided to join her.
"do you usually sit next to random girls in the middle of the night?" she didn't look away from the stars.
"no, only the interesting ones." she looked at him.
"and how do you know i'm interesting?" he shrugged with a grin.
"you sit outside your window every night, looking at the stars as if it's your first time seeing them. no matter the weather, you never fail. anyone who does that has to be interesting." she smiled and looked back at the sky.
"maybe. or, i do this because my life is so boring and i need some excitement." he chuckled.
"somehow, i doubt that." she smiled mysteriously.
"maybe."
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late night love
Short Storyshe looked at the stars as if they were her life. he looked at her the same way. short little drabbles of two lonely teenagers. warning: all written after midnight when i had an idea
