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"i want to get to know you."
"what do you want to know?" she tilted her head.
"what's your favorite color?" she smiled.
"starting off with the deep questions, i see." they both laughed. "my favorite color is purple, the color of the galaxy." they looked up at the clear sky. "what's yours?"
"blue, like the ocean on a clear day." she studied him for a minute.
"you confuse me." he turned questioning eyes to her.
"how so?" she looked at the stars.
"you come in the middle of the night to sit with me and look at the sky. why?" he stared at her.
"have you even been lonely? like, even when you're surrounded by people, you still feel alone?"
"yeah." her voice was almost a whisper. "all the time." she stared at him as he finished.
"i don't feel like that with you."
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late night love
Historia Cortashe 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
