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IT HAD been a week and he didn't call her. A small part of her felt hurt and upset. It seems as though she wished he had called her.
She sat at the playground again, but this time, she had no camera. She just sat there and thought about what she had done. She gave her number to a stranger.
She heard footsteps and someone sat down next to her. She doesn't bother looking over, knowing all too well that she won't be able to recognize their face unless they talk.
"I'm sorry." They say, and her hearing perks up. It's him. Surgeon dude. Ivan.
She looks over at him, only to find him already looking at her. "It's okay. You didn't want to call. I'm okay with that."
No, I'm not. She thought.
"No, it's not that. I was going to call you once I got home, but something came up. It's complicated—but, um—maybe—" He tripped over his own words before taking a deep breath in. "Can you come with me? To a charity event?"
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Ficção Adolescente❝and though i can't recall your face, i still got love for you.❞ - • - Genevieve captured moments in life with her camera. She's kept her guard up for years and remains secure and closed off, with her heart locked away. Until she meets a guy, who no...