Thoughts of her
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Pietro's POV
Girls. They're all crazy, they are all obnoxious, and for a while I had to be with them all. But something changed me. Well someone changed me, the most beautiful girl I've met in my life. And I mean that too she's amazing, her black hair always shined, it was always smooth like silk. Her eyes sparkled whenever she smiled. I never thought a girl could make me feel like this… besides guys aren't suppose to feel all bubbly inside. It's not right; how anyone could make me, Pietro Maximoff, feel like this.
It seems so surreal. But it's true She broke through my cold hard shell implanted by my father. And I don't think I'll ever be the same old Pietro, "oh Blake…"
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At the Xavier institute, 1:30 AM
Open POV
Blake hadn't slept at all that night or that week for that matter. She had snapped at Pietro that morning and hadn't spoken to him since. She felt so guilty "I'm sorry Pietro…" she said quietly, then she heard a tap on the door to her balcony, she walked over and opened the door. Lying on the ground were two roses, a red one and a white one, weighting down an envelope that had her name scrawled across the front. She picked them up and went to sit on the ledge, she laid the roses next to her and opened the envelope inside was a piece of paper with a neatly written poem at the center.
So it's true That you
Read me like an open book.
So it's true that I
Will always need you near me.
I will always love you Blake.
"Pietro!" she said with a smirk.
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