She got home from school and sat on her bed.
"Why would he want to see me?"
She couldn't stop thinking about the piece of paper. He wanted to meet again. Just the two of them.
And this time was arranged.
"What is it that he wants to tell me?"
"Why didn't he come and tell this to me face to face?"
So many questions and still...
A tear fell from her eyelids. She closed her eyes and smiled.
She didn't really care about answers.
She just wanted to spend more time with him.
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Sadness
Short StoryHe was broken. She was, too. She wanted to fix him. Maybe she was the only one who could.
