Well she tried for a few days to keep her eyes far far away from him. But it was almost impossible. He was chasing her, looking at her...staring at her.
That day, it was a...let me see...a sunny autumn afternoon. The sun was shinning so high and the birds were singing...what a perfect scene...
One day, between her sheets and books and things to do, he looked so deep at her that she could feel his breathing even being so far from him. She could smell his straight and brown hair and she could touch without feel his hands and his mouth.
Maybe it could be a special love story. But love doesn't exist. Unless I pretend one.
Just in my imagination... so right.
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