The wintry air envelopes into the threshold and swifts around the place like a contagious laughter. And there was just the two of us, sitting under the Christmas tree with gifts and elegantly-wrapped boxes gathering around us like a parade.
I gave you a book - the one you mentioned in our very first phone call.
The curl of your smile went up to your ear as you opened it, seeing that the title was all too familiar.
"Dalliance," you had mumbled.
I nodded, agreeing. And said it one more time, "Dalliance."
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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...
