I stopped in my tracks, and looked around to realise I was on the pavement. There were so many sounds of car horns and people yelling, but all I could hear was my heartbeat.
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Bittersweet
Короткий рассказ"You were never meant to be more than a bittersweet memory; an unforgettable aftertaste."
✿ Sixty-Seven
I stopped in my tracks, and looked around to realise I was on the pavement. There were so many sounds of car horns and people yelling, but all I could hear was my heartbeat.
