𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯

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It was four months into knowing you, and almost a month after confessing to you, when I told you that I needed to go on vacation.

You pouted and told me to stay but I assured you that it was only going to be for a week. I wanted to stay too, but I haven't been to the US and I was quite excited.

Before leaving, I gave you a picture of me and promised that I would finally have you in my arms when I came back. You smiled at me but I saw a hint of sadness.

  You wished me good luck on my flight and told me to have a nice time.

  I left with a feeling that something was wrong, and i tried to convince myself it was just a superstition. But I couldn't shake it off.


  Ending soon owo

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