A smile left his lips. He looked at her, the only person he ever loved, the very first girl he had ever loved.
But it was all a memory. A memory he couldn't wait to forget.
"What is he to you?"
He remembered the way his close friend asked her.
"An acquaintance."
And he remembered the way she answered.
Those words that left her lips, it shattered his heart.
All those times he'd been there for her, had she ever appreciated it?
All those times he made out with her, had she not loved it?
Why? Why an acquaintance?
Even 'friends with benefits' sounds better than just 'acquaintance'.
Why?
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What Once Was Mine
RomanceDo you believe in time travel? What about temporal rewind, or as one would like to say, turning back time? What if it wasn't a dream? What if you had one more chance to change your past, what would you amend? Will the future still hold it's place or...
