It wasn't long until you and I had become casual friends again. After all we were in the same classes every day, we were bound to get over our differences about a stupid text message. Bur perhaps it would have been easier for me if we hadn't become friendly again.
It made forgetting you that much harder.
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Toxic
Historia Cortashe was flowers and sweet gin, and he was the poison that destroyed them highest ranking: #561 in Short Story current ranking: #561 in Short Story
