A puzzle.
That's what we were. Our pieces fixed together.
But something was missing.
Just one more piece. And we can be a perfect portrait.
One more. And we can be framed, we can be a display. A beautiful masterpiece.
Just one more.
But someone hid that missing piece. Not you, not me. But maybe fate did.
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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...
