I told you so.
You waited too long.
This is your fault.
Regaining my composure I stood up from the bed and grabbed the envelope I had so carelessly dropped on the floor. A little beat up from the post office machines and some corners bent. My name barely legible in the top left corner. Water droplets smearing the writing and dampening the paper. The flap remained untouched.
He sent it back.
All the anticipation in waiting for a response had crumbled in my hands. Right then I knew I would never get one. Forget about apologising, forget about meeting up again and picking up where we left off or even starting over.
He moved on.
And I would have to as well.
I still cried.
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I Let Love In
FanfictionI've missed the way you'd laugh at my stupid jokes... A young woman's chance encounter with some old friends. Warnings: Mentions of depression and anxiety, brief mature scenes. Book Two
