Remembering each memory of them, she wiped a teardrop falling down her cheek.
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Heyyy! she shouted at me, making my shy self a little scared. Jumping on my back, as I dropped my stuff to hold her. Everyone had their eyes on us, at that time, it didn't bother me. Every couple we saw complimented us, saying that they want a relationship like ours. Positive energy ingrained in her as she always spread joy to everyone. Then there I was, effecting people with my pessimist self. We were like yin and yang.
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It was like we were meant for each other, at least that was what I thought. It wasn't like I was so sure that she'd stay forever but... I was always so anxious, so scared that she'd someday find someone to replace me. Of course I wanted to see her happy but not without me. 'Cause without her I was lost in my thoughts, back to feeling no emotions again. Spending my days alone, in this huge building that smelled like her. But for real, the house had her scent everywhere.

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Short StoryStory about two ex lovers. =+= very short chapters =+= contains self harm=+= 'One day, I'm gonna forget and that's when you'll start to remember.'