❝Are your hands feeling heavy? Cause I can hold them for you.❞
❝Is your head feeling heavy? Cause I can chop it off for you.❞
The story of a boy who tries to win a girl's heart with cheesy pick up lin...
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❝don't cry because it's over. smile because it happened.❞
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Chloe stood at the corner of the street, her brown locks blowing softly in the wind. She smoothed down the crisp white blouse she was wearing and pulled her cardigan closer to her body.
Her eyes wandered around, taking in her surroundings as people silently brushed past.
It had been seventeen years. Seventeen years after she left the small town she grew up in, and all it's people. Seventeen years after she gave up.
During her time in England, she had shed her shell and became someone new. She had finally gotten over the death of her mother.
But not him.
Sure, she dated other people and buried herself in countless activities, nothing made her forget. And so she kept remembering. Kept regretting her last minute decision in packing up and leaving.
Never forgetting.
Sometimes she wondered if he still remembered. If he forgot. If he took her advice and found someone. Someone else.
The thought of that brought a wave of jealousy over her, but she soon learned to accept it. After all, it was her own words that told him to move on.
Chloe's eyes scanned the assortment of shops, before spotting one that made her body freeze.
It was a cafe.
A short laugh came out of her throat as she remembered the first time she saw him. A bitter smile played on her lips as her heart clenched.
She wavered, contemplating on whether or not to go in. With a brief sigh and the sag of her shoulders, she weaved past the people walking past and burst into the shop. Once she entered, she faltered in her step and stood awkwardly. A wave of nostalgia washed over her, and she soon found herself walking towards her usual seat in the back near the window.
