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And here's the thirteenth chapter, folks!
Chapter 13 - Thirteen And Counting ...
He clutched all thirteen flowers nervously in his hands, careful not to ruin any of them, before finally thrusting them out towards her.
Now that he thought about it, there were exactly twelve letters in both their names, five from A-l-l-e-n and seven from L-e-n-a-l-e-e.
For about eleven seconds, he had forgotten how to breath when her lips gently pressed against his.
He only had ten fingers to allow him to play the piano and he took great care not to damage any of them, just in case she wanted to hear him play today.
There had been nine birds flying high above them, twittering and fluttering between the clouds before disappearing into the ruby-red horizon.
Out of the eight stars that he took note in the night sky, she was the most clearest and the most brightest of them all.
Even with her face turned away from the rest of them, he knew that there were seven teardrops trickling down her silky cheeks: one for each of their recently lost comrades.
Six bullets were embedded into his body, in his arms, his legs, his chest, one dangerously close to his throat, but it didn't matter to him as long as she was all right.
She had laughed and clapped her hands as he balanced all five plates in his arms and head.
One butterfly landed on her nose and three more nested in her hair, rounding up to a total of four butterflies who didn't know how blessed they are for coming to a rest on her.
It had been three years since they had met and he was determined to at least multiply that by thirty or something years.
He had lived through two lifetimes: one was getting to know her and the second was making sure that he could stay with her.
Funny how it was one love between them and there was no number that could possibly measure exactly what it meant to the both of them.