I thought he was the one. We were fated to be together. It was fated. I’m his and he’s mine. We can’t break. I saw it in our stars. We were meant to be eternity. It doesn’t make sense.
‘N-no, it can’t be. Please tell me you don’t mean it. Please. No,” I begged him as the mascara flowed down my cheeks like little black streams. I was really hoping for him to change his mind looking at my state now. I really didn't want to let him go. I can't let him go. That's what I'm most afraid of.
‘I’m sorry. I don’t feel the same way about you anymore, Fiona . We’re over.’
Fiona's POV
It was the day that he would come home from his dance competition in France. I texted him saying that I couldn’t wait for him to get home and for us to hang out. He texted back a simple ‘ok’ and ‘I love you’ which was pretty weird because he would normally reply with a long message after being away. I didn’t think too much about it and just get it off my mind.
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Short stories
KurzgeschichtenA book with random short stories. These blurbs may or may not be developed into books depending on the response so it's like a test try to see if it's worth being made into a book or nahhh. Also, if you want any parts of this in my other book 'I'm A...
