(Another story thing...)
She was crying. What was I supposed to do? At that moment, I knew that I was in love with her. She was miserable because of me and others. I realized I needed to face her problems. She needed help. Before she ended it. All of it.
I reached over the table and hugged her. "I promise I won't ever let you go," I whispered. "That's too late," she sobbed,
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Não FicçãoRandom things like thoughts and clips from my imagination.
