He hadn't been expecting it to happen in the passenger seat of her father's car, parked on the side of the road as yellow headlights passed in blurs from the rain.
"We'll meet again when we're forty, and we'll leave our wife and husband to be together. Promise me, okay?"
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Historia Corta"You're always so angry. You don't just bleed red, Cameron, you are red." eleven teenagers | eleven encounters | eleven colors :: an attempt at the 50 word challenge // all based on real life happenings ::
