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imenahmed: Anja Konstantinova by Imen Ahmed
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#Fatch~
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….read the note that was pointedly attachted to his locker. Fabio just pulled it off with a sigh and stuffed the little gray piece of paper into his backbag. He should have known that things like his little adventurous whatever-it-was between Hatch and him didn’t go unnoticed, but love? Whoever wrote this worried to much.
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It was cheesy, it was stupid, but he couldn’t help but smile when the quote appeared on the television screen. Everyone in class was quiet, trying to listen to the movie, trying to understand the meaning of it as the pictures harmonized with the music of this tragic love story. And there he was, hopelessly in love and grinning from ear to ear as his eyes fell down to the doodles he drew in his notebook, trying not to write the name that haunted his dream and his heart and wrote down the quote instead. It was a perfect summary of how he felt for her afterall…
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Hatchett licked off the sticky red food coloring of her fingertips an looked at her hopefully  delicious work of bakery goodness. She dared him to say anything less than thank you - after all this was her way to say sorry without actually saying it… and if he behaved well, she might consider writing some more with this sweet paste on some different places where she could like it off as well.
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Hatchett swallowed that burning lump that had formed in her throat and teared the paper apard that some cunt had left on her desk. Hidden in a pretty pink and perfumed envelope, disguising the words that hit her heart to the very core. She angrily blinked the tears away that had formed in her pretty outlined eyes and threw the paper into the nearest trashcan. Her minions on her heels as she stormed out of the classroom, hissing and yelling at everyone who dared to even look at her while she tryed her best to sooth her aching heart that was pumping way to fast for her liking.
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She knew that he adored her, worshipped her even. The way he caressed her body, looked at her with those big, puppy dog eyes like she was the only thing that his heart pumped blood into his body, the only reason for his whole existance. Penny was sure that she never met a man who saw her like this, who treated her like this, like… she was the world, something holy and to be carried on hands and at the same time always to make sure that he pleased her. It was heaven in her eyes, and she was sure that she didn’t want to sail down from this cloud 9 she was on anytime soon…
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The pro side of being the top of the high school food chain, feared, respected, avoided and surrounded by those who wanted a piece of the big, sugar coated cake? Enough people who did what she told without asking why, naively hoping to gain something like friendship from her. So all Hatch did was smile sweetley while she handed them her letters and there she had her own, personal letter pigeons who made sure that he always got little naughty notes from her to keep him interested, just so… she could push him away again when she felt like it…
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Her heart ached, her eyes hurt from the tears that had fallen down her face, but her crying had stopped. Her sobbing had died down and still shocks ran through her body that made it heard for her to breathe, but maybe it was just her heart that slowly fell apart. Knowing that he was with her, that she was pregnant with his child - again, and she was alone. It hurt and she didn’t know if she was ever going to be over that kind of pain feeling so hopelessly lost like she felt now. But she knew she had to make a decision - he had made a decision. And his decision was not to be with her…
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She knew it was wrong, illegal even. She could go to jail for this, all of this, she was his teacher for god’s sake. But… it was way too easy to forget all this when she felt him above him, near him. His skin rubbing against her’s, his soft brown hair beneath her fingers as she grabbed onto him, their bodies moving together in an unnamed rythym. Their breathless pants an whispers the lyrics to the song of their synchronicity, joined in loving mumbles and promises as they went higher an higher as one being, connected through body, heart and soul, flying somewhere where no one could reach them - to a place where their love was not forbidden.

a winter valley tale

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