I called your name out, but it came out as a croak. You looked up to meet my eyes, whispering, "I'm so fucking sorry."
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Bittersweet
Short Story"You were never meant to be more than a bittersweet memory; an unforgettable aftertaste."
✿ Forty-Nine
I called your name out, but it came out as a croak. You looked up to meet my eyes, whispering, "I'm so fucking sorry."
