She walks in, and he's just sitting there. Two steps closer, he puts his book down, and just looks at her. There's something about his meaningful glare that gets the best of her. She wants to turn away and leave. But why? Why does she want to leave the only person who understands her, the only person who cares?
He loves her.
Everything is so perfect, yet so far from it.
Why does she dislike the presence of him?
She's afraid of his judgement, even though she knows that he would be the last to judge.
All he wants is for it to work out between them. She says she does too, but deep down, there are doubts crawling inside her confused body. She has yet to find out what she is made of.
He calls her beautiful. But only him, and she hates that. She doesn't want HIM to be the only one who cares, but he's all she has.
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