Jamie: Declaration

She had looked so beautiful, standing there outside the classroom, an image of prettiness which contrasted with the very mundane-looking surroundings. I always forgot how amazing she looked when she wasn't around but then found myself breath-taken when I saw her again.

I had sort of broken the serenity by running up to her and hugging her but I think she would've found it suspicious if I had acted all dreamy around her.


Seeing her had awoken in me a desire to tell her how I felt about her. I supposed the anxiety her absence had caused me had reminded me of how much she meant to me and the look in her eyes when she opened my present was definitely inspiration to pluck up some much-needed courage and be straight with her.

So now, here we were sitting in my bedroom. Sarah looked slightly anxious but I needed to get this off my chest before I became scared.

"Sarah, I have to tell you how I feel about you," I breathed heavily.

"Oh no," she whispered.

I ignored this strange comment, feeling a kind of urgency. "We've been friends for a very long time. I think you know that there is no one else who I would open up to, no one else who I would trust with my secrets, except you. And over the years, you have become the sole thing of importance in my life."

"Please," she said insistently.

"What? You don't even know what I'm going to say." I was slightly annoyed by her interruptions.

"I'm pretty sure," she murmured.

"Well, let me say it." I was even more annoyed that the moment had been ruined. I hoped it could be salvaged. "I love you, Sarah."

I gazed into her deep wise eyes and saw nothing.

To my shock and sadness, she buried her face in her hands. "Oh no," she whispered. "Oh no."

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