Buried under the emotional weight of her memories, Ryan relives them again... all the best parts of their story, but this time, from her perspective.
By the time, he realizes certain things, he finds out that it's too late to get her back again...
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I was about to tap on her name when my phone died. Fuck!
I kept the phone in my pocket and waited to reach home.
Soon, I realize we have reached my apartment, so I get down quickly and pay the driver.
As I hurried up the stairs, I hear a baby crying. Stacy's baby, I thought. Whenever I meet Stacy, I would always see her cheerful and smiling. But I have no idea why her baby keeps crying all the time.
I reached my door and saw the parcel chilling on the side. I unlocked the door, picked the thing up, and walked inside.
It wasn't very light but wasn't much heavy either. I wondered what was inside it.
I placed it carefully on the table. Taking a paper knife from the shelf, I sat down on the chair beside it to open the box.
I patiently cut through the taped joints and opened the box lid. I bent to look in and my eyes widened on seeing what was inside it.
