I tapped your arm gently.
"Fourth question, what happened to the girl who liked you?"
"Which?"
"The one you mentioned the other day. I think she had a crush on you for two years."
"Ah," you paused, "she grew out of it, I guess. Probably stopped after I started dating my first girlfriend."
"Was she pretty?"
"Yeah," you said. "Hey, all girls are beautiful, alright?"
I laughed.
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Short StoryAt 00:00, Cinderella ran away from her prince, leaving a glass slipper on the marbled steps of the grand staircase. At 00:00, I ran away from him. Unlike Cinderella, I didn't leave a single thing behind. © sonderingly
