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chapter two ; a restart to start



Her breathing hitched as she folded another paper and flying it across the room, making a perfect goal of it going into the box. This time, it was a different letter, and she hoped that this would be better than the last one.



Dear Shawn,

It's been now five months since you left me. I hope you're having a good time with your new girlfriend—was it Layla? Lola? Sorry, I honestly don't  know. Not that I'm trying to be a bitch or anything! I love that you're moving on. It shows that if you can do it, I can too.

It just takes time. I'm slowly getting better! I wrote you my last note a week ago. Anyways, I just wanted to say that I miss you. Not that I want to take you away from the girl you're seeing, but I just wanted to say I want to be friends. I know, it's awkward for us to be friends and all, but I miss your company.

We would talk about anything, anything that was on our minds. But I really miss you. Like, a lot. You were so many kinds of caring, sweet, and amazing. God, I sound like a girl right now.

But at the same time, I don't like you. I hate the fact that you left me. I don't know what I did. I can't remember. But what I did remember was how you left.

The kiss you placed on my forehead still gives me the chills, and I'm still crying. Not as much as I used to, though :)

I miss you a lot.

Love, Camila.



A sigh slipped through her lips as she walked out of the room, away from the peace and quiet—entering the rowdy and ambitious workers crowd of La Fiette's club/bar.



She needed time, and that's what she got.

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