Her POV
I looked in his eyes and if you knew him well enough, you could see his gears turning. He's thinking about something important. He was staring directly at me, but he was clearly distracted. "Sweetheart..." I said quietly.
He glanced up, a sad look in his eyes. "Honey, I'm so sorry."
I shook my head at him and just hug my knees. "Honey, listen to me please. I'm begging you."
"Fine. What do you want?"
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A Different Love
Short StoryShe still loves him but he'll never know. He can never know. Told through a series of text messages of two exes.
