She wrote,
To whom do I tell my heartache and paranoia of losing you? I have never been afraid of opening my eyes, thinking that when you wake up, you have fallen out of love with me. Because ever since I have known you deeper, I have become afraid of losing you the way they did. And when this enters my thoughts, I want you to grab my hand, embrace me tight, and say that this time, you will really stay.
He asked, "What's this about?"
She said, "Nothing."
"Your nothing is everything. C'mon, tell me."
She found it amusing how he could read her easily. "It's just about my fear of losing you," she replied.
Without a word, he grabbed her hand, embraced her tight, and whispered in her ear, "Darling, I'll stay."
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Tales of a Girl
Short StoryAt 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...
