*one year later.
I smile as I breath in the Californian air. I take one of my boxes and start walking to my dorm. That's right, I'm going to college. UC San Diego, to be exact. I bump into someone and drop my box.
"Oh sorry." The guy says. "It's all good." I smile. He then quickly looks back at me. I look in his eyes, he then pulls me into a tight hug.
"I've missed you." He whispers. I smile, then blush. "You remembered me."
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Blue Eyed Boy
Short StoryWhy ask me? Even I don't know. Accompanied with "Brown Eyed Girl."
