her
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it was raining. she was crying.
"what's wrong?"
"i don't know. i don't think it's just one thing, though. i have a bad habit of bottling everything up until it comes out." he looked at her.
"i'm always here for you. i'll be your shoulder to cry on." he pulled her into a hug. she cried harder. "cry all you need. you'll feel better."
a few minutes later, she stopped.
"when you cry," she quietly said, not moving from her position, "your body is feeling too many emotions for it to handle. crying is it's way of releasing those emotions."
"so it seems you just have too many emotions." he smiled gently at her. "but that's not a bad thing." she smiled back.
"no. i don't think it is."
when she cried, his heart broke. when she smiled at him like that, he knew she would be the death of him.
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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
