As she watched him cycle his way over, her heart melted slowly, like how a butter would on a frying pan. He just seemed like the ideal kind of person, she wouldn't mind spending the rest of her life with - view on the long run. And at that moment, a little girl held her hands together, while overshadowed with the dark night punctuated with a faint flicker of stars, wishing that he'd feel for her that way, wishing for the impossible.
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