"Wh-" I then held his hand. "Shh," I told him. "Don't talk. Just close your eyes." "I'll just have nightmares," he told me. "No more nightmares," I used my free hand to close his eyes. "I promise,"
You are the shy girl at your new school. So far you have been here for about five months and now it's February. Your school is putting together a Valentine Dance on a Friday night. You are not a fan of dances but you had a little change of heart when someone asks you out. Everything was going perfect until your worst...
“I don’t have any feelings,” he muttered. “Yes you do,” I said. “You’re not a puppet anymore which means you’re supposed to feel. You’re supposed to love, hate, and other non-explainable things.” “Love huh?” he snickered. “What does it mean again?”