My first love.


    A fiery little thing with strawberry blond curls down her back. She was everything to me. She talked to me too. She told me everything. We spent hours upon hours together.


    But, then.


    I spoke…


    I-I I spoke?


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    I spoke.


    Dammit…I spoke


    I swear her curls had a mind of their own, bouncing as she looked up at me in shock.


    “Y-y-you just-just-jus–”


    “Yeah. Yeah I did,” I nervously responded to the, surprisingly not terrified-looking girl in front of me.


    She continues to look at me, any wariness she originally seemed to have, visibly dissipating.


    She runs a hand through her curls before reaching the other out to me,


    “Well, hi again. My name is—”


    “What are you doing?” a deep voice calls out from behind her.


    NO


    What’s her name?!