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A – Apple

You gave her an apple, one of her favorites. Her face lights up like a child on Christmas morning, making your insides feel tingly with her contagious excitement. It was just nothing really, but for some reason, every time you surprise her with anything – even something as insignificant as fruit – she has this remarkable habit of looking at you in such a way that always makes you feel like you’ve done the most amazing deed in the world. It was just an apple; but she doesn’t see it like that. She grins gratefully, kisses you on the cheek and sinks her perfect set of teeth into the juicy red fruit. You hear her contented sighs while she chews and you can’t help but smile. It’s the little things, the small things like these that make your day worthwhile. So the two of you enjoy each other’s company in silence – taking advantage of the short time of serenity you share before the demands of your studies pull the two of you back into the dull world of academia. You nibble on your sandwich and she chews on her fruit – and the sound of both acts intermingle and provide a nice distraction from the ticking of the clock on the nearby wall. You tell yourself to ignore time. And so far you’ve been successful at doing so, but after a few moments, something happens that makes you wish that it would just stop completely. This was another small moment that would mean nothing in the greater scheme of things – but you know, it was something that would be seared in your mind forever. And right now, you’d want nothing more than to run to your bag on the teacher’s desk and capture the memory with your trusty camera. But you stop yourself cause you know she’d take offense; and she was already touchy now as is. Cause not more than a few seconds ago, you heard her gasp and almost immediately, the fruits rolls down from her hands to the wooden floor. Her always expressive and animated brown eyes are wide and her mouth hung open in shock.. fear.. and horror. You follow her shaking finger and almost burst into laughter at the sight. There’s a tiny worm inside the apple, nestled inside it’s core. Your love blanches and scratches at her neck like she’s about to vomit her insides out. But instead of pity and compassion – something she would’ve greatly appreciated from you, you offer her your infamous belly laugh and a half-empty bottle of water. It was part teasing, part thoughtful. But she doesn’t see it that way. So she glares at you, and to appease her, you could only manage to shrug and place a chaste kiss on the side of her head. That was the best you can do.