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Sophia,
I don't think you understand what message I'm trying to convey to you. No, I don't like you, so you can pass this whole thing off as an crush, or an infatuation. I'm simply trying, and hopefully succeed, in trying to break you away. From all the fakeness you surround yourself with. Let me upgrade you to the twenty-first century. It's all about individualism - me, myself and I. You should not live with fear if people will judge you by your preferences. People will always judge you, no matter what you do. Comply with their rules? They'll call you a push-over. Do me a favour, rebel against them. I'll call you a hero.
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I placed my head on my pillow that night, my eyes gazing up at my ceiling, pretending that it was the dark sky above me and wrapping around me like an everlasting veil.
The thought of being a hero and the idea of rebelling where what last creeped in my claustrophobic mind before a dreamless sleep consumed me.
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YOU ARE READING
His Words, Her Story
Short Story"Promise me this one thing - don't fall in love with me." I only knew his name. Not his story. But he knew mine. And he made sure he took a part of my life, my story, when he left.
