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Realize: Millite

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Hi!!! My name's Lolite Ainsley! I am 8 years old. Right now, I am playing at the park with the kids from the orphanage with me.

When I ran pass a bush, I saw something on it. I ran towards it, only to see that it's a picture. It's a boy. And to be honest.....

.....he's handsome.

"Violet....what are you looking at?" April, one of my friends, said. Oh, I forgot to mention. My nickname is Violet. It's because that's where my name came from.

I smiled and said, "Nothing...just a picture."

She answered me with a "Oh, ok" and a smile. Then, she ran towards the others.

I looked at the picture again. I know that someone might be looking for this, but...

...I still kept the picture.

« Time Skip: 8 years later »

I'm 16 now. And in Junior High. This is the last year too. So I'm planning on confessing to the one I have a crush on.

Millard Nullings.

He was so kind to me on my first day in Junior High. He became my Best Friend ever since. When I first met him, I think he looks familiar. Which is, not to mention, weird.

School's over now. I told Millard I will tell him something at the end of classes, so...yeah, today's the day.

"Hey Lolite!!!" Millard shouted all the way from the park. I blushed slightly, then smiled. I waved back and greeted him back. "Hey Millard!!!"

"So....what do you want to tell me?" I started to get nervous. I fidget with my fingers. "W-well... I've b-be-en meaning to tell you this...... I like you ever since we met..." I said shyly. Right now, I'm a blushing mess, but hopefully he won't notice that. 'Cause I got my bangs to cover my face.

I let my eyes meet his, only to see that he's shocked.

Of course. What would I expect? Of course he wouldn't like me?!? Now I feel stupid...

I smiled sweetly at him. "I know, you don't like me back. That's alright....but.... Can I ask you a few questions?" I said gently, still wearing the smile. Disgusting the pain I am feeling.

"Um....sure.." he replied, frowning.

"Am I pretty?"

"No."

I felt my heart throbbing.

"Do you like me?"

"No."

Not surprised, but it still hurts.

"Do you want to be with me forever?"

"No."

My heart is about to fall to my stomach.

"Would you cry if I walk away?"

"No."

That's it. I felt my heart broke into millions of pieces. Then, it was stabbed repeatedly. If that's even possible.

I had enough already!!!

I ran away. Crying. Not knowing where to go. Not caring where to go. Not hearing anything, not seeing anything because of my tears.

I stopped. Seeing that I'm on a beautiful meadow.

Tch. I don't belong here. 'he' doesn't even think I'm pretty... I can't be somewhere so beautiful... I'll just make myself more ugly.

I just stood there, crying my eyes out. Crying so hard that I can't even breathe normally anymore.

But then, suddenly...

...I felt arms wrap around me from behind.

"Don't go...please...stay..."

"I want to finish my answers to your questions...will you let me?"

That only made me cry even harder.

So he followed me to say more hurtful words to me?!?!

But I nodded, anyway.

"You're not pretty.

You're Beautiful.

I don't like you.

I Love You.

I don't want to be with you forever.

I need to be with you forever.

And I won't cry if you walk away...

I'll die."

I turned around. Millard also has tears in his eyes.

Ever so slowly, he held my chin leaning closely into me. Millard tilted his head, then closed his eyes. Then, he closed the gap between us.

First, I didn't believe that this is real. But then, I kissed back. I placed a hand on his chest, letting it travel to the nape of his neck, entangling my fingers into his hair.

When we separated for oxygen, I smiled at Millard sweetly, a blush staining my cheeks.

« Time Skip »

I'm looking at my childhood memories, checking if I want to keep something. But then, I saw something.

A picture.

The picture of the boy I found when I was 8 years old.

"Who's in the picture you're looking at?" Millard said from the doorway, which is in front on me.

"My first love..." I said softly while smiling.

I looked at my frowning husband. Seeing jealousy in his eyes.

Aww...my over protective and jealous husband...

Millard look at the picture in my hands. Suddenly, he smiled. I looked at him, confusion in my eyes.

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"I lost this picture when I was 9."

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