September 14, 2017,
We couldn't stop glancing at each other. He usually stopped looking at me after a second, then looked again and again in a few minutes.
I never took my eyes off him.
He soon started writing, and he noticed me looking at the paper, trying to see what he wrote.
He raised the notebook up on his desk vertically, making sure I could see the word he had written on it.
"FUCK"
He either meant 'Fuck off' or 'Fuck you'.
YOU ARE READING
Strangers
ChickLitIf only I could forget what we used to have, then everything would just be better. All these horrible thoughts would go away; regret and sorrow would fade. But until my memories blank out, we'll stay strangers.
