"It surely is." I quietly said looking at her.
For a year I've had liked her. After 6 months, my liking turned into love. I was going to tell her, but the accident happened. I was crushed when I heard about it, but glad that she was still alive. I stared at her. Its not like we talked a lot before. Maybe this was my chance. My chance to grow a pair and ask her out.
"Victor?"
"Huh?" I asked snapping out of my daze.
"It's getting late. I wanted to see I'd you wanted to go back." Claire said.
I looked up. The sun was about to set.
"Yeah we should." I said.
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"Thanks for taking me on a walk." Claire said.
"No problem. Anytime." I smiled.
Claire smiled back.
"Well night." She said.
"Night." I said waving a little.
Claire walked up to the house and unlocked the door. She looked back and waved then closed the door. I stood there smiling like an idiot. I then walked down to my house. I looked at the motorcycle and decided to finish it since I'm almost done. I took off my shirt since I was hot. Yes I said I was hot. The crisp cool air hit my torso and cooled me down some. I turned on the huge I had on and grabbed my tool box. I ran a hand through my hair and walked over to the bike.
YOU ARE READING
Strangers
General FictionFor a month Claire has been in a coma. When she wakes up she has no memory of her past life. All she knows is her name.
