She asked him if he thought she was pretty, and he said. . .no. She asked him if he would want to be with her forever. . . and he said no. She then asked him if she were to leave would he cry? And once again once again he replied with a no. She had heard enough. As she walked away, tears steaming down her face the boy grabbed her arm and pulled her to him and wispered into her ear. . . You're not pretty, you're beautiful. I don't want to be with you forever. I NEED to be with you forever, and I wouldn't cry if you left me. . . I would die.
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