It’s not who anda think it is
I was only 12 when I first saw him; I was walking to school under the rain, wearing nothing but my uniform skirt and a white blouse, it was so windy, the only thing I remember was loosing my umbrella and being all wet on the street. I tried to run after it, but the wind blew it off too quickly; I was covering myself with my arms and running, fighting the wind and trying to get to school as fast as I could, but I tripped and fell on the sidewalk – that’s when I saw him. He was the most beautiful boy I had ever seen in my entire life, his piercing blue eyes,...
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