Prologue

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-"I can't keep doing this"- she said-"you are just playing with me and I'm stupid enough to fall in love with you over and over again. "

-"I- I'm sorry"- I said. Those were the only words I could say without breaking. Her bright brown eyes were red, a tear rolled from her right cheek.

-"Listen to me, John"-she said-"if you let me go, that's it. No more second chances, I'm done with all of this crap. If we break up now, we are not getting back together."

-"Breaking up? We were never in a relationship, Lois."

-"Oh, so all of these months didn't mean a thing to you? We had something, even though we went through hard times, I did love what we had."
She was wearing my red sweater, the one I lend her last week when we were on our date and it started raining out of nowhere. Blue jeans, and her "lucky sneakers". We locked eyes. Her black messy hair was dancing around from all the wind that was rushing through, it was going to be a cold month, and why wouldn't it be? It was almost September, fall is meant to be windy and cold. Her small nose was turning a bit reddish from the wind. She bit her lip, how I love when she does, they were somewhere between pink and red, so damn sexy even though she was wearing no lipstick. I managed to drag myself out of her hypnotizing looks. I didn't know what to say, I just nodded and lower my gaze.

-"Heck. You know what?"- she said raising her voice, I could sense the anger inside her, -"This time it'll be me putting an end to all of this bullshit, You hear me? We are done."
Stupid me stood there, not saying a word, I've never been good with words, talking is not my thing. A couple of seconds passed, or I'm not sure if they were minutes, when she finally said "Go to hell."
She stormed off and almost bumped with an old man. The Central Park was kind of big so I kept staring at her as she reached the streets and jumped in a cab. I was still standing in the same place, regretting all of what just happened but knowing it might be the right thing.
-"I love you"- I whispered, and started walking home.

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