Just as the thought popped into my mind, the lock in the front door turned.
I stood up and brushed the leaves off my legs, making my way back inside.
Instead, I was greeted by two people.
One being my mother.
The other being someone I was not expecting at all.
Mum was happy.
I should've been too.
But I had no idea what to do.
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Pistanthrophobia
Romance(n.) fear of trusting others --- (Almost like a letter/diary) 'You helped me get over them, you saved me. Thank you,' When a horrible event occurred in the girl's life, everything changed. She couldn't even look her mother in the eye. That was all u...
