"Do you remember what you told me before?" she asked.
"What?" he said, holding her hand, hoping for her forgiveness.
"You told me he wasted me."
"How about you?" she interrupted. "Why did you put my love to waste?"
He didn't answer, for he didn't know the correct reply. He thought he'd just see her again another day and beg for her to stay.
But to her, it was their last conversation.
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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...