i kicked the rocks. the rocks that we laid out to spell our names. i kicked the tree, the one we spelled our names out on. i used a stick scratch out my name. maybe you could rewrite it with her. i got rid of every trace of me. it was pointless. why should it still be here if it's not in your heart?
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rip | lee minho
Short Storyin which a girl says goodbye to the boy she thought she knew. [letter/journal form]
