I'm scared. I want to know. Do you hate me now? It's my fault. I know. But I got to say what's on my mind. We might find our places in this world; together or not. Who knows? All I know is that, we had our differences, we had our similarities, we had our memories. Will we have the future?
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Holding On One Last Time
FantasyA short story about a broken girl. (true) Ends okay.