"So what do you have for me?" I asked, sending a cheeky grin.
You handed me your gift, covered with a dark blue wrapper with Frosty the Snowman dotting on each corner. "Here, open it."
And so I did. The box was too light for anything big, I guessed.
A dash of agitation cut across my face and I felt my heart clunching on itself in surprise.
The box was empty.
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Dalliance: Part II
NovellerThis 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...
