Nobody knows.
But her.
She sits across from her family. A secret is being held. She thanks God they can't read her thoughts. What if she blurted it out right now? Would they laugh? Cry? Enrage?
Best to keep it to herself, she decides.
Miles away, but she swears she can still feel his warm fingers touching her pale skin.
Him.
The boy she loved. She thought of the way he gently pulled her down and made sure she was comfortable before he laid his plush lips on top of hers. How he smoothed down her hair, little did he know that she enjoyed it just as much as he. He would gaze into her eyes, she liked that the most. More than the passion, or the fiery love. She admired the little things that made her shiver as love tenderly knocked on her door.
She stood up to take a shower.
But not just the little things he did to show he was a good partner: the little things he did to show he was a good friend.
He kept her secrets when he knew she was serious. He let her cry on his shoulder or vent out her problems without a negative word interrupting. He made her feel beautiful. Even when she thought she never would be.
She knew she shouldn't feel this way; she's young. She knew she shouldn't be saying half the things she whispers in corners of privacy. There are so many signs that it's wrong, but even more that it's right.
As she sheds her clothing, negative thoughts clog her mind.
He says she's beautful, yes, but would he believe so if he saw her like this? Exposed? Nothing to hide what he imagines to be perfect? She hoped he still would. She hoped even more that she would stop thinking these things.
She steps into the shower and the water drains out her thoughts.
Nobody knows.
But him.
Well, and his family. But if they could feel half an ounce of love that he felt for her, his parents would keep them as far away as possible. "Who knows what they'd do? They're young and clueless. They could hurt themselves." they would say.
Clueless is what they are. They don't know how much he had been hurt already. But she had helped him through it. She was his crack of sunlight, and he wasn't hesitating to grab her hand and come out.
How could she not find herself gorgeous? He thinks to himself. She is beautiful, but she doesn't see it. Her blue eyes light up a room and, though she might not know it, could get him to do basically anything. Her dirty blonde hair seems to never have a bad hair day. And her lips…oh her lips. He would have loved to keep his mouth against her soft red lips forever. She gave him his first kiss and he would never forget it.
It started out as a crush. This pretty girl sat across from him at lunch. He learned her name and her face. And it stuck. Never could he imagined how big his, then, mere crush for this one human being would get.
Little by little, he broke down his wall in front of her. Until the day he confessed his love. The scariest thing for him, at the time, was rejection. But, a miraculous thing happened, she repeated his words back to him.
No one could tell you how happy he was…how happy they were.
Nobody knows.
But them.
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