He shook his head. No, you're not her.
YOU'RE NAMINÉHow could he have mixed them up? One was happy all the same and spontaneous. She was willing to stand up for everything. Her auburn locks and moon-kissed skin made her look like an angel. They'd known each other since they were kids. But…
There was also her. She was shy; always quiet. She was almost completely white (what, with her white dress and pale skin) with the exception of some things (her flip-flops; her hair; her eyes; her lips). She was silently there for him, all the time, not just now. She always hid behind her sketching, which hid her soft humor, her kindness.
She always shared a secret smile with him. She was… well he didn't know how to put it.
He didn't know for sure. He knew he liked Kairi, but not like how he liked Naminė. Or something more. He wasn't sure.
Kairi had confronted him about her and he didn't know what to say. He scrambled around for words of description but failed. A soft smile from her and some advice was what he received in turn. A hug for luck and she took off, to where he wasn't sure.
That's what led him to the decision to say something, but not yet. With her, he'd know when it was time.
For you see, she was different.
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I know this was probably crappy. It just came to me in the form of a writing prompt. It was 'you're not her'. First (and crappy) attempt at Sominė. Criticism is always welcome.