to: unknown
from: rory
3:55 pm
i'm here...
sits on the swing, staring at her phone
to: rory
from: unknown
so am i .
head shoots up looking around the park, hands gripping the swing until knuckles turn white
clears throat "hey"
freezes at the sound of his voice and looks behind her with wide eyes
"don't look too surprised," chuckles, shuffling in place
"i,-" walks closer "it's you," stops "you're really him?"
nods "sorry i wasn't better looking" chuckles
"oh quit," laughs then stares "why?"
brows raise
"all this?" raises phone to him
shrugs "you wouldn't listen to anyone, knew you wouldn't listen to me, you're too stubborn."
"i should be mad,"
smiles "but you're not,"
bites lip and nods in agreement "i'm not" whispers "because"
"you realized that you could only do this on your own, you're fine just the way you are; that there's more to you than harm you do, it doesn't define you"
steps closer to him with glossy eyes while he talks
"you're beautiful the way you are rory," rubs his chin "especially when you eat," stares into her eyes, "on your own will, you just had to see it yourself and believe in yourself"
stares at him biting her lip with tears weld in the corner of her eye. wraps her arms around his neck and buries her face in his neck.
kisses the side of her head, "you're free," smiles
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Anonymous
Short StoryWhere a girl receives messages from an anonymous passerby who wants to show her the world. © tilmorning. 2013