Memory 16
I refused to talk to you for days on end. I made the other librarian take your books. The one who was obsessed with setting you up with her granddaughter. Not even your pleading looks budged the hate I carried for you. Rosh tried to call a truce. But a look at me was enough. I was stupid to believe that you, a blue-blood American boy, would have respect. You reminded me of the reason why I had hated this godforsaken country more than my own motherland. You thought you were entitled to my forgiveness. Forgiveness you didn't deserve.
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RomanceThis is a story I wanted to write and fill with pure love. I do not want to tell a controversial tale, just a simple story. No lace or fancy trims. A story of two people and some side characters. A story of two men who would have only ever met by ch...
