Prologue

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"You will come back to me. You always will. You can't escape from me, no matter how much you try. So leave. Try to live your life without me. It takes weeks, months, or even years, but I don't care. I know you'll come crawling back at me. And when that time comes, you better be prepared."  —

"Because when you do, I will never let go of you, again." —



How long has it been now? 1 year and a half? The words she said that day, with that stupid, arrogant smile, keep lingering in my mind when I'm alone. Or rather, when I'm lonely.

I sighed.

That day, I should have turned around and told her to go fuck someone else, 'coz I ain't coming back.


Or am I?

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