"Maybe there are people who can accept that one can love two people at the same time, but I'm not one of them," she sadly said. "You have to let me go."
"I can't."
"You can."
"Then I'll just—"
"I can't stay now. Even if you want me to, I don't like to anymore. Let me go."
"How do I 'unlove' you?" he asked.
"I don't know," she said, shrugging her shoulders, trying to remember the pain she endured for so long so she could easily let him go. "Let's pretend until we get used to it . . . until it's finally true."
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Tales of a Girl
Short StoryAt night, she pulls her blanket to herself, takes her pen, and remembers every bit of detail in her life. She had a lot to write about her regrets of the past, her doubts of the present, and her worries for her future. She did not want to think, but...
