The wind was thrashing against the trees,causing the branches to whip and sway about
in the storm.Countless of leaves were shed and came twirling and swirling in the mid-air. as I opened the door for them to let them in.They lurched quickly and as they all were settled my mother ordered me to bring them some hot drinks and I headed towards the kitchen.
As I brought about the drinks and served, I could felt the my heart throbbing loudly and as I reached to serve him the drink a shiver ran down my spine from the look he gave me.I couldn't do anything but let my hands shiver and within no time the hot drink was onto his trousers and he did nothing but smiled with something I never felt or saw.
Actually it was my father's best friend's family who had arrived after long time to meet us and "He" was his son: the one to whom I used to be so happy with in our childhood but now it was all so awkward to even look at him.
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He was nver mine
Short StoryWanting him is hard to forget, loving him is hard to regret, losing him is hard to accept, even with all the hurt i've felt, letting go is the most painful yet
