I step back reflexively, as if you were attacking me. And, oh darling, your eyes looked as dead as your mother's when you found her and as shattered as mine when I said I was moving to London.
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Bittersweet
Short Story"You were never meant to be more than a bittersweet memory; an unforgettable aftertaste."
✿ Seventy-Three
I step back reflexively, as if you were attacking me. And, oh darling, your eyes looked as dead as your mother's when you found her and as shattered as mine when I said I was moving to London.