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Okay. So here I am. I have never defended myself in front of anyone and my choices are out of your concerns, actually, but the heavens had decided to spill my story of misfortune to someone... unfortunate, which is the author of this story by the way. I am Maine Mendoza, and I am nobody. I am just someone who writes, someone who dreams, and someone who loves.
And as unfortunate as it may seem, to anyone out there who actually listens, let me tell you - Alden Richards defines all those three.
He drops his belongings and grabs my face. I look at him dreamily, like he smells like the stars, even if they don't smell like anything at all, but anyway.
He kisses my forehead.
I'm not going to see you.
My heart breaks, temporarily, of course, and confusion is written all over my face, because of his actions which seem to contradict his statement. My heart is hoping, of course, that it is a lie, and he is not saying goodbye.
He isn't.
Not in front of my wife and my kid, at least.
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The Art of Holding On (Book 3)
FanfictionOnce Maine decides to hold on, she knows she can never let go. Final installment of The Art trilogy.
