We should be on our way to the horizon of ever afters by now, traveling through the road of pure admiration and not even caring where it might lead us. Sunshine on our faces, wind blows through our strands, and our hands reaching up to the clouds.
But someone took a detour, because that someone saw a dead end.
It wasn't you, Neil.
It was me.
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Dalliance: Part II
Short StoryThis is not another heartbreak. This is not me crying over a guy who shattered me apart. This is me crying over a guy who I shattered myself. This is me crying over regrets, undecided choices, and the most nonsensical reasons for being apart from hi...
