I woke up.
I woke up, wishing that all this was a dream, but it wasn't like that.
I still was inside this place.
I still felt his touch in my skin.
I still remembered every time he whispered in my ear that he loved me.
And I still remembered the day he left, without any explanation, leaving me alone.
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I (Don't) Love You // Ryan Ross (english)
Short StoryI don't love you, like I did yesterday.