It's the morning. We didn't do much last night. We cuddled and talked. Bub gave me her hoodie because I was cold. She smells nice. We didn't tell each other that we are both in love. Our love didn't need that. Our love didn't need language. She told me she was going to go with me back to where I was living now. She didn't go to school. She was 17. She wanted to go to college, but she didn't have money. I understood her. She told me that in those 2 weeks that I'm going to be here, she was going to prove to me that it's not that bad of a town. We both knew that actually I would only like this town because I met her here, and I was here with her. We didn't need to talk a lot. We were connected together in the universe. Today we are going to go on the roofs. Adeline didn't tell me much more. Bub and I got ready and went out. It was a chilly morning. My left hand wasn't as cold as usual. We went to the same coffee shop just so Sara knows I'm alive. My aunt was smiling ear to ear. Adeline ordered green tea. Weird. She said she was anxious. I didn't felt empathic this time. Right then at that minute, I knew she was scared of the future. Just a few months ago, I was scared to. Bub was scared of our future. I wasn't. I probably should be. Missing Melisa (my sister), she really did teach me to be at the present time.
Now it was already nighttime. The days were getting shorter and shorter, just like our hair. We were going to an abandoned place, I didn't know this place. Obviously, I wouldn't know, I wasn't that type to go out, especially in those places. It was a fun experience. She smoked cigarettes on the roof, the stars were shining in her eyes, I saw the universe in her, and she was My universe. I didn't want this to end. I wanted to stay here with her forever. Maybe our forever was just a week, a month, it didn't matter. A few seconds with her felt like heaven. I liked her smell, she smelt like cigarettes mixed with strawberry sensed body wash. It was two of my favorite smells. She gave me another hoodie, Bub insisted me to wear it, she wanted me to wear her hoodies for those whole two weeks. I didn't argue with her, why would I? That night the only thing, I felt was her touch & her love.

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RomanceThis story is about a teen girl named Emily/Emma. She struggles with finding herself, instead, she finds a girl in a coffee shop.