Note from the Author: I would like to take this opportunity to apologize profusely to anyone who's been reading this. I'd been getting so many complaints about how fast the relationship was moving, I thought I'd explain it a bit with a PROLOGUE! (Insert me dancing like a fool here.)
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There are children – a little boy and a little girl. Their eyes glimmer the same color, sticky hands glued together, and she giggles shyly while he picks her wildflowers.
They sit in the grass and he kisses her and doesn't know why, but he likes her, and he likes his lips touching hers.
It's the kind of special friendship that is completely pure. They have no underlying intentions, no hidden agendas, because they're too young to know of those yet.
A voice calls out. The boy stands up and runs to it, and the little girl's world darkens.