How could I avoid you if the world told us to be together? How could I not look at you in the same way as before when the book told us to be Romeo and Juliet?
Tell me, Neil. Please tell me how.
Because every time I would look up from my seat, you were already looking at me. And every time I would open my locker, there's always a note from you.
Tell me how to stop this madness. Tell me how to stop myself from falling again when every time I try to, you're always there to pull me back to you.
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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...
