"Are you okay?" I ask, gazing over at you. You were balancing on one foot, scooping chocolate icecream into a cone.
"I'm fine," you said, but the second those words left your mouth, you lost your balance and dropped the ice cream on the floor.
You weren't fine.
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Strawberry Flavoured
Short StoryBecause everything was bittersweet and strawberry flavoured.