"i am infatuated with the stars," she said, her eyes twinkling in the sun, "i am infatuated with the sun. i cannot choose which one i like better."
whenever i think of her, i see stars. stars of panic and of regret.
this is not a love story--no, it has no happily ever after. no happily ever after for me. no lovesick smiles for rosie grace.
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'I think the kiss wasn't an accident for me y/n'
'Oh'
'Was it for you?'
'Well no'
She answered finally meeting his eyes.
'So if we both wanted it?'
'Yes'
'Then.......'
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