"How come you never wrote about me?" he asked.
"I only write about my past. My should haves. My what ifs," she replied. "That's why I don't like to write about you. You're my story that I won't put an ending to."
He replied, "I see. Then maybe . . . I could start writing about our future."
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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...
