they walk down the street, barefoot.
he tries to hold her hand but she brushes back her hair with it.
puddles of rain are forming in the gutter, shining like rainbow-pollution in the dripping moonlight.
the stars make her face shine and her hair is damp, and he wants nothing more than to touch it, to hug her and kiss her.
she looks over at him, eyes smiling, and starts running down the wet sidewalk, every graceful step quick and careless.
he races her back to her house and it's almost two am, and they stand breathless on the lawn with his words hanging in the rain.
"can you ever love me?" he asks quietly.
she just laughs and says,
"no. not like that."
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//not like that//
Short Storyhe whispers, "do you love me?" and she says, "not like that."
