“I love you.” She leaned her cheek on my palm. Tears rose up to her eyes.
“Say it again.” She whispered.
I smiled and rested my forehead against hers. “I love you.”
Her laugh was a beautiful tune; its sound sent jolts to my nerves. “Me too. I love you, I love you too.”
We both laughed, and we shared smiles, not taking any notice to our mingled tears. I kissed her lips, then her nose, and, lastly, her forehead. I embraced her and I heard her sigh. And just when everything felt so real, I heard someone nearby yell “Cut!”
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