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What the hell?!
She kissed him.
She kissed this random guy he never met until that night.
She kissed someone who wasn't him.
She just left his bed, and she was kissing someone else.
He loved her. Had loved her for a while now.
He loved her despite her age.
He loved her despite the fact that she lied to him about her age.
He loved her even though he wasn't supposed to.
And she kissed someone else.
They weren't supposed to be together.
They weren't together.
But they were.
Texting, talking, seeing each other…
They weren't having sex though.
Only once.
One time that was… one of the most amazing nights of his life.
He didn't care anymore that she lied.
If she hadn't, he wouldn't have that night.
But now… she was kissing someone else.
It hurt.
It hurt so much more than it should.
He was the one who moved away.
He was the one who put a fence between them.
What did he expect?
She was sixteen years old. She had barely lived. Barely experienced life.
People kept coming after her, trying to kill her, trying to destroy her.
She needed someone who could be there for her now, not someone who could be arrested by getting too close to her.
The truth didn't make it hurt any less.
Be the bigger person.
Be the better person.
Wait for her…
That was his only option.
He couldn't even fight for her.
He wanted to.
More than he should.
But how could he fight for something he wasn't allowed to have?
What truly scared him though was…
What if he waited for her… and when the time came…
She didn't want him.
Finished.