We sat there, with him staring at me while I'm left speechless and crying. I didn't knew what to feel. I opened my bag and gave him the little gift I made hoping earlier that day that everything would be better, that everything would fall into place again. That I could save us. The little hope that was left within me was the one that ended it all. As I gave him the gift, he smiled and nodded a no. He refused to accept the gift and walked away. I knew in myself that it was the end. That there was no more point if I will try to save what we used to have. I was alone. With no one else with me. I'm on my own, again.
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Short StoryI'm Isabel, 18 years of existence. My story goes like this.