Mom said I can't go to New York. She said it was too far.
Isn't that the first thing I said when you suggested it?
It is. So maybe this isn't gonna work out. I'm sorry.
Can you give me some space for a few days? I need it. I feel like you're suffocating me with your kind words, your way of getting under my skin.
And yet, I love it.
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Ruined | ✓
Short StoryHe said all the right things. And by doing so, he trapped her. Ruined her. librarywhispers © 2017 Started: Feb. 16, 2017 Finished: Feb. 21, 2017