To return the broken smile.
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-Lucian-
(Saturday—8:22 p.m.)
Taking an afternoon nap, Lucian woke up with the time reading 8:22 in the evening. “Damn.” Sitting up the couch, he realized that he’s covered with a blue blanket, making him smile. Still as caring as ever. Staying still, he recalled the memories of last night—she was shy, yet she smiles so often that it feels like his heart is about to burst. How adorable.
“Oh, you’re awake.” Turning around to follow the voice, he saw Winter in her white, loose shirt and pink pants, a bowl of popcorn in her hands. “I thought you will wake up later, so I figured I should watch a movie first while waiting for you so we can eat dinner.” She said, red spreading over her cheeks. He looks so cute in my blanket.
Clearing her throat, she spun
