"Hey," I heard her muffled voice before she pulled away from the hug and wiped her tears with the back of her hand.
I couldn't reply. It's like I was punched in the lungs. I can't breathe so I just stood there, staring, strugglng to keep my balance.
"This time, when you go home," she sobbed before continuing, "please don't ever come back here."
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keeper of lost things
Fanfictionhave you ever wondered where all lost things go? like, a spare button or some dimes and pennies or your eraser or your pen or your hope or your faith . . . or at some times, even yourself. where do they all go?
