Considering all the things that have happened in my life, I still consider myself a pretty lucky person. At this very moment though, I was questioning whether I truly believed this. It was 90 degrees out and I was helping my brother move into his college dorm-style apartment. This wouldn’t have been such a horrible thing… if there had been an elevator. I’m praying that any minute my boyfriend will roll up and help out with the heavier items. I could manage to get them up the steps, but I really don’t want to be covered in more sweat than I already am. Just as I was pulling the last tote out of my car a guy walks up to me and says “You look like you could use a water. Here, take this and I’ll help you carry the rest up to your place. I moved in last week and I understand the struggle.” I glanced at him. His face soft, but yet rigid as well. He had short blonde hair that was neatly fixed with sort of a spike. His blue eyes gleamed and when I made eye contact, he had a smile that would
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