Quand elle n’est pas avec lui, elle pense à lui.

She had become “that girl”. The one she scorned, the one  with whom she swore she never would become akin. She would talk about him, think about him, play his songs, look at his photos. Her heart was melting; her defences relaxing; her smile, an almost permanent feature upon her face, these days. Who could have predicted such a change to happen in her life, in such a short time? It had been just two months, but her whole world was changing.

She felt vulnerable, exposed. She knew, trusting one with her heart, she risked everything.

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