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memories : honoret

packing up all the things that reminded you of edwin, a small polaroid slipped out. after whipping the single tear that fell down your cheek, you picked it up. your best friend took the picture, it was of you and edwin hugging, it looked like you didn't want to let go.

now it's like your relationship never happened. he moved on so quickly and he left you in the dirt. you told yourself it wasn't your fault, but it always felt that way. you mom raised you to be a confident, brave young woman, but ever since edwin left you, your confidence washed away with all the tears.

you looked through the rest of the box, the memories flooding your mind. your cries were interrupted by a knock on your front door. you tried your best to clean up your face but failed miserably. giving up, you went to open the door. the face you thought you'd never see again, appeared at your front door with the same amount of tears.

you closed the door a bit, "edwin, w-what are you doing here?" you voice was barely audible.

"i came to see you." tears fall out of his eyes at the sight of seeing you hurting, know he was the reason why.

"why?" you grew slightly mad. he had the audacity to show he's face again.

"the memories, good and bad, i can't stop thinking about them." he scratched the back of his neck, he knew you weren't happy.

"i miss you." that got you pissed.

"you miss me," you chuckled, "seriously, you miss me?"

"you weren't saying that the day you broke my heart. you weren't saying that while you were hanging out with your side chick," you rubbed your temple, trying to calm down, "you can't just walk it back with 'i miss you'."

"y/n, we both know i made a mistake. i only want you. the memory of you in my arms isn't good enough, the memory of your lips sure as hell, isn't enough."

"edwin i'm not falling down this road, just so you can break my heart again." you were about to close your door, but he stopped you.

"edwin, i'm don-" he cut you off, placing his lips on yours. "just please. give me another chance."

you sighed, what if he hurts you again, maybe even worse? "maybe, but for now you have to live on those memories."

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