Forgotten Love
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He loved her so much.
She loved him even more.
But all of a sudden she couldn't remember all the love they both shared.
Only time can tell if the Forgotten love would come back.
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He was dark chocolate in complexion his eyes where red and he smelt awful with a dirty brown toothpick which hanged lazily on the side of his lip. "Excuse me please. let go of me." I tried to escape from his hard grip but it was useless. If he takes this money from me what would I tell my step mother she would never believe that i got robbed even if I had bruises all over my body.
"If it's the money you want just take it." I spoke with fear my voice trembling, Because that was much better than I getting attacked reducing my future bride price. Please no.
"I want you to give me the car keys get in the car with me and maybe we could have some..... fun later." He winked disgustingly at me. I looked around for any sign of a human being but there wasn't anyone around the security men were far away so screaming is hopeless.
"Please just let me go i will give you the money."
"Did I tell you I wan-"
"I think the lady asked you to let her go." I sharply turned to who ever came to save me.
The first thing I notice was that he was tall, wearing all white With a stubble. He didn't wear a smile, but even with a frown in the dark he looked really handsome.
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