6 months.
Six months of trying to help her.
Six months of loving her.
All of it had gone to waste. All his efforts were for nothing, just because she had lost her feelings for him.
He could still remember it, the way she broke her promise and drank, the way she made out with a different person. Like it meant nothing to her.
Like he meant nothing to her.
It was all a lie.
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What Once Was Mine
Lãng mạnDo 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...
