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Chapter eight
Writer's POV
"Just stop. Stop okay? You pushed me away, six years ago." Bolu reminded him, with her heart pounding with full force in her chest. She couldn't believe he just said he was inlove with her. And she didn't know why she she felt excited, relieved and disappointed all together.
She had longed for this six years ago. Her eleven years old self, had wanted him to tell her this. She knew she would have been over excited on that day, if he had told her he loved her. But it had to take six years, with she getting rejected by him, nights that were spent crying, starving and vomiting, and then gaining confidence, having the perfect body, and then moving back, it had taken all of these for him to realize that he loved her. And then he had summoned up the courage to tell her.
What if she hadn't left? She wondered. What if she had gone to school on that Monday, after getting rejected by him on the Saturday evening. She fe
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