"Wait. Stand up first, I don't want the snow soaking your clothes any more," he muttered, and I slowly sat onto my feet after shoving the caramels and the book into my coat pockets.
"I.. knew I was taller than you," he murmured quietly, before his arms wrapped around me, filling me with warmth. I cried into his chest and he just held me there, stroking my head.
I took a sharp breath. "Lukah.. you're worth it."
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Sincerely, Anonymous
RomanceAmira Summers gets a text from an unknown number who seems to have a goal to make her happy with herself. That, and some other motive.. Short story. DISCLAIMER: Contains self-harm, suggestions to suicide, and profanity. Read at your own discretion.
