I miss you, I'm sorry
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Last published Sun, May 4, 2025
"What?" He spat, knocking over his glass of tequila in the process.
Those brown eyes melted into mine. His stride was fast, and he got to where I was standing in an instance, he didn't care that liquor was spilling all over his desk. Grayson Hovers over me, and I'm not sure if someone's knocking or that's just my heart.
"You think that I don't care? That I don't give a damn about you?" His voice is low, and husky. I blink away tears, trying to remain calm.
He continues, "The moment you stumbled into my building, I forgot how to breathe. I forgot how to function, my mind spiraled for days on end. You came into my world and turned it upside down. So don't say that I don't care about you, when all I do is think about you every second of the goddamn day."
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Gracie is studying Psychology, even though she's not sure if she's sane herself. After accidentally stumbling into an office building trying to find her brother and accidentally stumbling into a certain person who was inevitably a jerk, she lost balance in her whole life.
Grayson is a business man, he's young but his father wanted him to know how to run a company sooner than later. A girl ran into him, causing him to spill his coffee. He was already in a bad mood, and this just made it worse. But once he kept seeing her around, he began to think it was all fate, until he finds out it's his best friends little sister.
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