The Things We Don't Get Back: Only Memories Now
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She still remembers the apartment they planned, the life they almost had. It was supposed to be theirs - until he built it with someone else. Now she's left with memories, questions, and a version of herself that doesn't know how to move on.
A story of a friend of mine dedicated to the song " The apartment we won't share" by Niki. https://youtu.be/h1bF3gYKK44?si=9_XbDSvNTk-3ex8o
Same stories, but different versions. Same characters but different feelings
P.S.: ctto picture's not mine, found it in Pinterest.
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