I was sixteen when on a rainy night, I walked back alone from the theatre. It was raining heavily as I tightly clutched to my large umbrella. I saw the silhouette a boy under a tree, shivering slightly in the biting cold.
I walked ahead and offered him to come under my umbrella. The boy emerged from darkness and I took in his appearance. My breath hitched. It was you, the most handsome boy I ever laid my eyes on. This was our first meeting at exactly 9 pm.
Sent : 09:00 pm
Date : 9 march
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Reasons He Left | ✔
Short Story01 in Short story [15-01-17] ❝he left her, but why?❞ In which Eva lived a perfect life until her fiancé left her. He left her without giving a reason. [Told through a series of text messages, voicemails] (cover : calalu)
