He told her, "I feel that you are starting to believe that I really do love you, but you refuse it because you're scared."
She smiled—as if unsure—and replied, "Of course, I am still scared. After all what happened? Who am I to be loved by you anyway?"
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Tales of a GirlShort Story
At night, she pulls her blanket to herself, takes her pen, and remembers every bit of detail in her life. She had a lot to write about her regrets of the past, her doubts of the present, and her worries for her future. She did not want to think, but...