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I breathe, and it feels like his eyes are all-knowing as they stare into mine so intensely and fully. "Thank you," I can't help but choke out. "For... seeing me." A breeze blows over us, and a strand of hair falls out from behind my ear. There's an eternity long moment where we just look at each other, my vision slightly blocked by the line of black across it. But it doesn't stop me from looking at him, seeing him. He leans over, gently, and pushes it back behind my ear. When he does, he whispers. "Thank you for letting me." - Sunny and Dylan are from two worlds. Sunny just wants to go back to the past. Dylan just wants to live in the now. But one thing ties them together--both of them are afraid of the future. This is a love story, not in the sense that girl meets boy and boy meets girl and they both fall in love. No, it is a love story, and girl does meet and boy and boy does meet girl, but they learn something greater than that. They don't specifically need each other in the wholesome sense that Sunny needed Dylan and Dylan needed Sunny. No, they just so happened to need something that someone could provide, and sometimes, the world is fateful and kind enough to let two people meet at the right place, at the right time.
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