I didn't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't what I saw. He was short-ish, wearing a coat that was far too big for him.
I slowly stepped towards the small light. Fluffy black hair.
Another step. He looked up, and the light hit the side of his face. Pale skin.
As he stepped forward to look at me, the light flickered over his eyes--they were sea green.
It all snapped into place.
The kid who was always getting in fights. The kid who got himself in detention to "keep me company". The small boy who picked on people that were easily three times his size.
The boy who sent me a good morning message every day. The boy who threw pebbles at my window when I'd pull out a blade.
The boy who gave me caramels when I was upset. The boy who always asked if I'd eaten. The boy who never expected anything in return.
The boy who lived next door. My neighbor. Someone who I considered to be my only friend up until the moment he stood me up.
"L..Lukah..?"
He squirmed in his spot, his boots crunching in the snow. "Amira."
"You're..?"
"Yes."
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Sincerely, Anonymous
RomanceAmira Summers gets a text from an unknown number who seems to have a goal to make her happy with herself. That, and some other motive.. Short story. DISCLAIMER: Contains self-harm, suggestions to suicide, and profanity. Read at your own discretion.
