Four months later
"Happy 18th birthday Tara." Nathan leaned in to brush his lips across my forehead, pulling me into his chest for an embrace.
"Thank you." I beamed at him.
His hand wrapped around mine. "Let's go."
"Where to?" I asked, turning to look at him.
"Somewhere you'll definitely love." He said.
I shook my head. I didn't know where he's talking about.
"You'll see." His lips curved upwards.
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Chocolate Ice Cream
Short StoryTara Flynn believes that the only way to heal a broken heart is by locking herself in her room, and eating tons of chocolate ice cream. Nathaniel Adam disagrees.
