Her Ex And Their Story

Her Ex And Their Story

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"Flynn, let's just be friends." He said those painful words that sent daggers to my already aching heart. "We better off that way Flynn, sobra na nating nasaktan ang isa't isa. Let's just accept the fact na hindi talaga tayo puwede." "I-I love you, I s-still do." I blurted out. Wala na ba talaga? Am I too late for this? Ayaw kung tanggapin na hindi na pwede pang ibalik. I can't just accept the thought na hanggang dito na lang. I wrapped my arms around him. That was the very first time I hugged him that way, so tight and so afraid to let him go, and this is probably the last time I will feel his warmth. Because I know, the moment I withdraw my arms, I will lost him forever.
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I deeply inhale and after a few seconds, exhale. Sooner or later, I'll have to return. Stalling won't help. The call gave me new strengths and lifted me back up on my feet. I can't show him the consequences he made. I have to stay strong. With newfound determination, I walk back to his office. The door is still open, so I step in and close them behind me. I finally see him behind a desk, with his head enveloped in his hands. At the sound of the door, he lifts his gaze up but lowers it back down again. I almost feel sorry for him, but the alarms in my head ring, reminding me not to get tricked. He is the one, who deceived me first. I lift my head up high and loudly start to introduce myself, formally addressing him. "Hello, I am Mia Rose, your new assistant," and extend my hand. He looks at me surprised and his smile turns into a gentle one. I think I see a speck of sadness in his eyes, but my attention is drawn to his hand. "Hello, I'm Mark Adams, a professional photographer. Nice to meet you," and shakes my hand. I notice he addresses me formally as well. His handshake is strong but still gentle. I feel like he doesn't want to let go, but soon does and sits back in his chair.

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