That Girl

That girl. That's what Simon Hale had always called her. He never learned her name, even though he'd been going to school with her for years. He loved her, but he couldn't have her. She was unnatainable. Until that one day.

Preface.

"I love you!" She exclaimed, tears rolling down her face,

"There, you happy now? I said it! I love you!" She said, sobbing in between words.

"I know that I haven't said it much, but I do! I do lo-" I cut her off with a kiss. Our lips moved in synchronisation.

"I know." I said calmly once we were done. I swiped away a stray tear that was dripping down her ivory face. "I know." I repeated.

The End

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