I Stole The Stars For You (Jaime Preciado)

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Molly's POV

I uncurled myself from the couch and wiped away the mascara stained tears from my face. Jaime thought I had cheated on him. I didn't though. I love him more than anything else in this world. I headed upstairs to our room and changed into his plaid pj pants and put on one of his shirts. I grabbed a blanket and climbed out the window. I sat down on the roof and covered myself with the blanket. I looked up at the stars and cried. I started sing The Boy Who Could Fly to myself. My phone started ringing. It was my brother Austin. I picked it up. "Jaime was here. He told me what happened. Is it true?" He asked. "No Austin, you know I love him. We have been together for 5 years. We're engaged. Why would I ruin all this?" I said sobbing. "Molly, calm down. Just let him calm down. You know he loves you." He said. "I know. I will call you tomorrow Giraffe." I said. "Okay Jellyfish, I love you." He said. "Love you too." I said. I hung up the phone and I heard the window open behind me. I moved over away from the window. "I'm sorry Molly." I heard him say. "I know you are Jaime. But what hurts is that you didn't trust me. I love you. I only want to be with you." I said starting to cry again. "Molly, I love you and I'm so sorry I didn't trust you. You mean the world to me." He said kissing my cheek. I looked down at my ring. "Jaime you need to trust me or we won't work." I said. "I understand, I promise to trust you from here on out." He said. I kissed his cheek and rested my head on his shoulder. "Pretty little lady with the swollen eyes." He started to sing before I stopped him. "Don't quote my brother. You have your own lyrics goober." I said kissing him. He laughed and stroked my hair. "I kissed the scars on her skin. I still think your beautiful and I don't ever want to lose my best friend." He sang. I smiled and kissed his cheek. He stopped and looked at me. "You are beautiful." He said. He picked up my hand and kissed the scars on my arms.

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