I felt him breathing on me. But I was too weak to move. Then his lips were on mine.
Suddenly I wasn't weak anymore. I lifted my hands up to his head.
I no longer believed that he said that stuff. He loved me.
He layed me back down. "Do you love me?" I asked.
"I don't know what love is, but I'm sure you've brought me pretty close to what it is."
I smiled at him. "Fairytales do happen." And pulled him close to me again.
Thanks for reading guys! A short and sweet story. Always be who you are.
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I Don't Believe In Fairy Tales
Teen FictionA young teenage girl learns the value of life with a young teenage boy at her side.
