"I'm sorry," the note had said, written delicately on a piece of blue square pad and pasted right on the cold surface of the locker.
Why were you sorry?
I should be the one.
Sorry, Neil, because I fell in love with you without knowing that we could be a disaster.
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Dalliance: Part II
Short StoryThis is not another heartbreak. This is not me crying over a guy who shattered me apart. This is me crying over a guy who I shattered myself. This is me crying over regrets, undecided choices, and the most nonsensical reasons for being apart from hi...
