There, in the middle of the road, the boy turned his back to her. “Do you mean to forget about everything, like none of this happened?”
“No,” She said after a few seconds. “I don’t think we should forget, I think we should remember and learn.”
“I don’t know if that will work, I don’t believe in new beginnings or second chances.” The boy sounded so determined, also, so broken.
“I’m not asking that.” The girl placed a hand in the back of his shoulder. She felt his body tensed but he didn’t move away.
“So, then is going to be the same, we are going to continue making the same mistakes.” He said.
“Not necessarily. We’re going to write a new story about you and me, like a new chapter in our life.”
“Well, the last chapter was a disaster.”
“Yes it was.” Her voice trembled. Still touching him, she closed her eyes. He was right and she felt how she was going to lose him again.
The boy turned around and took her hands. “Yes, it was a disaster, except for one thing.”
With watery eyes she looked at him. “Which one?”
The boy’s smile lit up the world, her world and in a whisper near to her ear he answered. “You.”
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