He fell hard, just not harder. He thinks he fell first, but it was her. He fell for her eyes, the eyes with a hope. He fell for her smile, the smile that whispers his name. He just doesn't know and trust me, she would never tell, because she won't date yet, because to him the world would become hell. She'd rather be at fault than let him blame his luck because he liked her, but she loved him.
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It took one look to know exactly how she felt about him. One look that told her that he had her heart in the palm of his hands. He asked her a question that she couldn't turn down and the story unfolds from there.