"Hi!"
"Eh, hi! How are you?"
"I'm fine."
"Good to hear that."
"It's been a while."
"Yeah."
"Nothing to tell?"
"Like I miss you? No."
"Why?"
"I don't love you anymore."
"You say you
will always love me."
"That's right. But, I'm sorry, I don't love you anymore. You never really can fix my heart. You're only pouring salt in my cuts."
"So, you moved on?"
"Yeah."
"I'm sorry."
"No need to."
He drank his coffee and went away, leaving the girl alone. The girl is trying to hold her tears. She don't want to cry. Not anymore. She used to cry everyday because of him.
"There are a lot of boys out there. All I have to do is find a new one." ―
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