Lost Love

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"We never fell out of love." She mumbled, her voice coming out strong, her brown eyes drilling daggers at the clueless teen who had asked far too many questions. 

"Then where is he?" The teen stutters, face flushing against the yellow florescent lights. The girl had been quick to answer the first question, yet now, she was flustered, her face being as though she had seen a ghost. 

"I wonder too." She smiles to herself, tucking the black strands behind her ear, "I knew he would leave eventually, but not this soon."


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