Chapter 14

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Even tho they weren't the last words I said to him, they felt like it.


I don't remember anything else, only that I cried the whole flight back home with the necklace in my hand starring at his initial.

"Noah, Noah. My lovely Noah"

The deep love I had for him and still does.

We are now thousands of miles apart, and the only time I see him is when he sends a picture of his cute smile.

All I do is stay at home.

Crying in a fucked up town, with nobody left.

He was my world,

and now he's not here...

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