"you have a really pretty voice."
she blushed.
"thanks."
"so uhh i couldn't figure it out."
he handed her back the phone.
"sorry."
"it's ok."
"so about the kiss..."
"what about it?"
"...i really liked it."
"well... i don't hate it."
he smiled causing her to blush again.
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Cuts.
Short Storyi drew a butterfly on my wrist, in hopes that this feeling would no longer persist, but things got bad and i started to cry, so the butterfly on my wrist had to die. once again i tried to set myself free, but it seems my thoughts have stolen the ke...
