jude.
"why are you nice to me?" i asked leo once while we layed on the grass.
we had become very close the following weeks and that made my insides twist with a kind of happiness i couldn't describe.
he was quiet for a moment.
"because i care about you," he said and i smiled.
no one truly cared about me.
not that it mattered.
but only luke and my mother did.
leo took my hand and brought it to his lips, brushing my knuckles against them.
"i care so much about you,"
my heart started to hurt.
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crooked smiles
Teen Fiction"she took his heart and he ran away." // he was just a boy with a crooked smile and a warm heart. and he loved me, but I loved someone else. {short story #228}
