She ran up and pressed herself to the window.1
"Sara!"2
I turned and saw her, soaked from the rain. I walked to the window and pressed my hand to it. Her hand met mine, a sheet of glass separating us. 3
We kissed like we never had before. Strangers passed us and stared, but we did not care. We were together, yet apart, and it was the most disturbing, inspiring feeling I've ever felt. The glass between us was my enemy, keeping her from me.4
The hardest thing I have ever done was breaking the kiss and walking away from her.5
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heartbreaking
Short, concise. I think the glass was a very good symbol. Although i cannot actually place words as to what it should symbolize, society? norms?? Something along those lines. It actually makes my heart ache, to imagine in two girls and such passion, even to the end.
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Very interesting write. But I like it. Good job.
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This is quite good as it only paints some of the picture and leaves a lot for the reader to make up in the mind. Very good.
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Interesting write. Leaves me with many questions.
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This is really interesting, the I don't think I quite understand. It reminds me of a language barrier, but I don't think that's it. I like this though. I was different. Thank you for entering and best of luck.
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