Broken
Chapter 3 (special)
Her point of View
I told him. I told him how I loved him to bits and pieces, how I loved his lush lips and how I spent my whole classes and days looking at him- how I spent my time at the lockers sneaking peaks at his eyes. I told him I loved his accent and his clothes, and his warm embrace. I told him everything, the scars, the note, Kimberly and her gang, everything. I told him how I wrote about him, and everything that I possibly could’ve said. And he loved me back.

His point of View
I couldn’t believe it the way she meekly walked into the study hall. There was a good few people in there, but she called me out and we met in the canteen. Not a soul was in there. “I just wanted to tell you something,” she said daintily. My hopes were about as high as the empire state building at that point. “I love you to bits and pieces. Your face, your lips, your eyes, your accent. I stare at you every day, by the lockers, during class, at the canteen.” She told me about the scars and the note, even though I knew already it was like I was fighting the war with her. I loved her, and she loved me. I think you can put 2+2 together and you know what you get. A couple.

Her Point of View Again
No note, hurray! I was trying my best to stall it, but it wasn’t really working. After all, imagine my family, Gemma, him, my friend Stacy. Everyone that I was close to, even everyone in the school would feel bad and guilty for what they had done. I think now that me and him are together, things are so much better. I love him, and he’s mine. Mine!

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