"Please," he pleaded. "Stop running away from me."
"I'm not running away from you," she replied. "I just stopped chasing you."
"Are you avenging yourself for making you run after me when we fight?"
"Oh, so now you're aware?" she mocked. "Well, thank you for teaching me not to chase after people who don't want me . . . even though I learned it from you the hard way."
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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...