The flame of their love burned ever so bright, lighting up an entire room. The world was better because they were happy. She was his, he was hers. It sounds cheesy, and maybe it is, but, what's so wrong with that? It was very odd with them. They had a rough start, barely talking for the first few months. But, hey, they were still in school, what better did they know?
They were dancing to the song their friend introduced them to. It was a cliche love song, but it was their love song. They hadn't been dating that long, relatively, but something about them emanated the term; Soulmate. They danced and they danced, they talked and they talked, such was their date. Once they finally sat down, he leaned in.
It was as if the world stopped for a moment. He couldn't move, and so he opened his eyes. She was absolutely appalled. He stared at her, confused, and she backed away. She told him "I'm sorry, but, no," He was mortified. He didn't know what was happening. Everything was gray, it was darkening, darkening. Darkness.
Then, he snapped back to reality. He was still sitting in his chair. He had never leaned in. He was worried, what if it does happen? He thought to himself. If only he knew what was going on in her head.
Make a move. Make a move, you idiot. What's the worst that could happen? You're almost a woman and you haven't even kissed yet? You failure. God, you really can't place yourself, can you? It took like four months for you to even talk to him, what are you gonna do when he wants to kiss? Make a move. Make a move. Remember what your friend told you. Make. The. Damn. Move!
She couldn't handle her thoughts. If they break up, would it be her fault? She used to avoid him and not talk to him. Maybe it's better now? Maybe if she just...
No, focus, focus, focus. You can do this. You're better now, you can do this. You got it. Just imagine your friend is behind you, for support, like last time. It's okay.
She snapped out of it.
They looked at each other at the same time.
They both leaned in.
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Historia CortaAssortment of small stories. They may need italics or bold, I'll add them later.