I told Luca everything.
Everything...
And I thought he would be disgusted of me.
Say he never wanted to see me again.
Instead he pulled me into his arms and held me for the rest of the night.
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Short Story#27- flowers 11/21/18 #748- poetry We had this sick fantasy that we could be in love forever. That no one could tear us apart. Well, except ourselves.
