Lucy

"I only want you to be happy."

I looked over at him. The moon shone from behind him, making it difficult to actually see his face, the beautiful details, the stunning eyes. His lips curved into a smile.

"I am happy," I said quietly. "I'm happy with you." He sighed, took my hand. I watched as he pulled my hand to his lips and pressed them to my skin. My fingertips tingled.

And so we lay under the stars for a little while longer, looking up at the little winking pinpricks that were supposed to predict destiny. I truly believed that the boy laying next to me was mine. I listened to his breathing, deep and slow and exquisite. And then he slowly stood up, pulling me with him. We kissed one last time and softly whispered our goodbyes.

"Goodbye, Lucy," he whispered, pulling me in for a tight hug. I clutched at his clothes, never wanting to let him go.

"I love you," I whispered in his ear. And then I turned away, making my way back to the little house at the bottom of the hill. The tears rolled down my face, and my heart ached for the boy I'd left behind.

But I didn't look back.

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