Hours passed and there still was a few people in the line. She was tired and annoyed by the crowd's noise. When she signed everyone's books she put her stuff into her bag but was stopped by a familiar voice.
- Am I too late Miss Author?
She didn't want to look up, but she knew she had to. She had to look up to see her beautiful face once again.
+ No you aren't.
Smiling at her while she wanted to cry her eyes out.
+ Why are you here?
- Huhh?! To get a signature from my favorite authorr!
+ You can just come over and go. But you are drunk aren't you-
- Maybeee, can I still come over thoo?
+ "Come over when you're sober."
- Well, can't come over either ways my boyfriend won't let me!
+ Are you doing this on purpose?
- Wha-
+ You are making me suffer! Like I wasn't already suffering before! Why do you even read my books? Do you still think that they are dedicated to you?!
- Ahahahah aren't theyy???
+ Screw you.
\yea, they are.\
She stormed out in anger. After all this time, she just pops out of no where and walks over to her, talking about her boyfriend. Saying that she was her favorite author, being the professional liar she is.
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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.'
