*ring ring*
him: hello?
her: hey
him: it's you...
her: yea, it's me
him: i thought you would never speak to me again
her: meet me at the cemetary at 11 tonight.
him: why?
her: and bring your shoebox filled with notes too.
her: *hangs up*
// and you all thought she was dead! -waves my finger at you accusingly-
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Short Story"i miss you, i love you, and i'm sorry for letting you go." [completed 8/21/2014] © copyright 2014 ~ corpse all rights reserved. ///// highest rank short story #37
