Part 3: My four-leaf clover.
Little Bella’s POV
10 years ago.
“Where have toi been all this afternoon, son?” I heard a screaming voice from my neighbour’s house. All today, I didn’t meet “Handsome” too. I kept wondering why he didn’t go to teach me how to draw. He broke his promise. I felt really upset. I missed my Handsome’s voice. Suddenly, someone blinded my eyes.
“Handsome?” I a dit in excitement.
He laughed:
“How do toi know, Belly?”
I messed his dark black hair:
“Your smell is special. Where have toi been?”
He looked so dirty, all his face and clothes were very smeared.
“Belly, don’t be sad. I have surprise for you.” He smiled.
I widened my eyes:
“What’s that?”
“Close toi eyes. Okey, now give me your hand.”
I could touch it. It was like a clover. I opened my eyes and screamed out loud:
“God, it’s a four-leaf clover. Oh my god, where could toi find it?”
He blushed:
“Nick used to find one in the forest near our school. toi told me that toi liked it so I decided to find it for you.”
I looked at the green clover with four leaves in my hand. My Handsome, why was he so sweet?
“Do toi like it, Belly?” He whispered.
I blushed:
“Of course, Handsome. I l’amour it so much.”
I looked up and saw his dark brown eyes. He was looking into my eyes with his hand on my hair. He slowly leaned over and pushed his lips on my cheek. I closed my eyes and éperlan him. That was the first time a boy kissed me. My cœur, coeur stopped beating. We parted a little. He was blushing.
“Belly, tomorrow I will make a collier with this clover for you. When I am not par your side, the collier will always be with you. toi will not be lonely. toi will be lucky all your life.”
I said:
“But toi will never leave me, right?”
He nodded:
“I promise!”
* * *
Bella’s POV: Now.
But finally he left me forever. I was still wearing the collier all the time. It reminded me of him. It made me feel as if he was always around me. I tiredly took the collier off and put it into my purse.
“Handsome, I’m sorry.” I wiped my tears away and changed my shorts into the black bikini.
* * *
Little Bella’s POV
10 years ago.
“Where have toi been all this afternoon, son?” I heard a screaming voice from my neighbour’s house. All today, I didn’t meet “Handsome” too. I kept wondering why he didn’t go to teach me how to draw. He broke his promise. I felt really upset. I missed my Handsome’s voice. Suddenly, someone blinded my eyes.
“Handsome?” I a dit in excitement.
He laughed:
“How do toi know, Belly?”
I messed his dark black hair:
“Your smell is special. Where have toi been?”
He looked so dirty, all his face and clothes were very smeared.
“Belly, don’t be sad. I have surprise for you.” He smiled.
I widened my eyes:
“What’s that?”
“Close toi eyes. Okey, now give me your hand.”
I could touch it. It was like a clover. I opened my eyes and screamed out loud:
“God, it’s a four-leaf clover. Oh my god, where could toi find it?”
He blushed:
“Nick used to find one in the forest near our school. toi told me that toi liked it so I decided to find it for you.”
I looked at the green clover with four leaves in my hand. My Handsome, why was he so sweet?
“Do toi like it, Belly?” He whispered.
I blushed:
“Of course, Handsome. I l’amour it so much.”
I looked up and saw his dark brown eyes. He was looking into my eyes with his hand on my hair. He slowly leaned over and pushed his lips on my cheek. I closed my eyes and éperlan him. That was the first time a boy kissed me. My cœur, coeur stopped beating. We parted a little. He was blushing.
“Belly, tomorrow I will make a collier with this clover for you. When I am not par your side, the collier will always be with you. toi will not be lonely. toi will be lucky all your life.”
I said:
“But toi will never leave me, right?”
He nodded:
“I promise!”
* * *
Bella’s POV: Now.
But finally he left me forever. I was still wearing the collier all the time. It reminded me of him. It made me feel as if he was always around me. I tiredly took the collier off and put it into my purse.
“Handsome, I’m sorry.” I wiped my tears away and changed my shorts into the black bikini.
* * *
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