ariaeleanor
My hair tired back, I am ready to go. I look up from the rim of my glasses and through my bangs and see him. Walking swiftly towards me. I look away and try to hid my smile. Just then he grabs my arm and pulls me close. His hands gripped tightly around mine. Our fingers lock together like a braid.
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