Don't Forget Where You Belong

Don't Forget Where You Belong

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“I can’t stay Emma..I have to go, this is my only chance..you know how much I want this, and you can’t let me choose between my career or you..” Liam said carefully, tears filled my eyes. “I never told you to choose, but I think you did yourself” I brought out as the tears slowly started rolling down my cheeks, Liam started crying as well. He cupped my face and rubbed my tears away with his thumbs “I love you Emma, I really do. You’ll always be in my heart” Liam said making me look at him and stared in my eyes, I could see the pain in his eyes. I shook my head and slowly pushed him away from me, I looked at the ground and then at him “Good luck with your career Liam..I hope you’ll get everything you ever dreamt of” I said as I turned around and walked away.
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