Airport // K.R.

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We met in a airport and it was one of those 'love-at-first-sight' kind of deals. Now we stand, in complete heartbreak. I was losing him at the airport. I would never see him again unless we magically clashed one day. I would keep telling myself this was the right thing to do; to go our separate ways and never look back. 


Now here I am two years later. Here I am, staring that those perfect brown eyes of Khylin's. How did this even happen? I mean we live on two different ends of the country. Why is he even here?

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