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He gasped when she ran into his arms, body shaking and tears overflowing her eyes. The last person he'd expected her to run to was him, but he wasn't going to let the surprise steal the moment from him. In fact, he was going to savor it for as long as he could.
He gingerly wrapped his arms around her shivering body, and allowed her to bury her face into his chest. Soon enough she was enveloped in his warmth, and sniffling away all the traces of tears she had as she tried to recompose herself.
"I'm sorry, I just..." She said weakly, pulling away from him momentarily to reveal a mascara streaked face. "I-"
"It's okay," He assured quietly, kissing her temple as he pulled her back into the embrace. "I understand."
"You know this doesn't change anything, right?" She asked rather abruptly after a while, quickly pulling him from his thoughts.
"What do you mean?" He asked curiously, still holding her in his arms.
"We're not an item or anything, just because of this..." She explained, clearing her throat to rid herself of her cracking voice. "You know that, right?"
"Yeah, I know..." He smiled bitterly to himself.
He knew that they were never meant to be together from the start (she was far too out of his league), but he had always secretly hoped that some day she'd stop and take a minute to notice him. And now, even though she clearly stated that she had no interest of being with him whatsoever, at the very least he was finally getting the acknowledgement that he'd so longingly wanted.
And at the moment, that was more than enough to satisfy him.
