Thomas Sweet was ours.
It was our place.
We went there, freezing our brains in the spring, the winter, the fall. It was our first date, where we proposed with everybody else smiling at us, a couple. We talked about the most trivial things, about difficulties, planned our wedding there.
But now? We never went after I gave birth to Alfie and Isabella.
Now, you shared it with others, giving a taste and mix of our relationship. To others.
I remember your order. Chocolate mousse with raspberries.
Do you remember mine?
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Red Flags
Short StoryWe swore to stay together. So when you shifted around, I stayed as an ever present shadow. There are more important matters than your affairs, James. I couldn't leave you because of them.
