Once Again

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Time 2h 29m

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Sarah and Rhys are childhood friends who throughout life discover love, loss, and each other once again.
    
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    "I'd say you know why, but I think you need to hear it." He leans forward, steeling his eyes,  daring mine to look at him "For...being a shitty friend. For not picking up a phone. For everything." 
       I chew on my bottom lip holding back the emotional words I want to unleash on him. I don't want him to think he still has that power though so I just shrug. "Why now? I mean I think I have an idea but I'd rather you tell me." 
       He runs a hand over his face wiping at the tension that now etches it and I feel a twinge of guilt. "I know how it looks...And you're right, ok? Whatever you're thinking is probably right, at least partially."
       "Then tell me what's partially right and what's not." I challenge looking him in the eye this time. 
      He opens his mouth and then closes it. Unlike me, he seems to not have rehearsed any of this. Go figure. 
       "I know I hurt you. It was a dick move and I was immature and...only thinking about my own feelings. I know this. By the time I realized it though...it was kind of too late..."All Rights Reserved

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Sarah and Rhys are childhood friends who throughout life discover love, loss, and each other once again.
    
    **Mature Content**
    
    Excerpt:  
    
    "I'd say you know why, but I think you need to hear it." He leans forward, steeling his eyes,  daring mine to look at him "For...being a shitty friend. For not picking up a phone. For everything." 
       I chew on my bottom lip holding back the emotional words I want to unleash on him. I don't want him to think he still has that power though so I just shrug. "Why now? I mean I think I have an idea but I'd rather you tell me." 
       He runs a hand over his face wiping at the tension that now etches it and I feel a twinge of guilt. "I know how it looks...And you're right, ok? Whatever you're thinking is probably right, at least partially."
       "Then tell me what's partially right and what's not." I challenge looking him in the eye this time. 
      He opens his mouth and then closes it. Unlike me, he seems to not have rehearsed any of this. Go figure. 
       "I know I hurt you. It was a dick move and I was immature and...only thinking about my own feelings. I know this. By the time I realized it though...it was kind of too late..."

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