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XLI. Faded Memories
I lost my ability for thought. My mind just went blank. It's different that he just knew me for a long time but this? That I possibly knew him from my past and I somehow forgot. Seven long years.
I staggered backward, hands shaking. Deep inside I knew it. Just like I know that we were somehow connected.
Wait! The girlfriend.
No that can't be. There's no way I'm that girl. I internally shook my head.
One. Two. Three. I still keep going. Until I couldn't smell his intoxicating scent anymore. Until I know I could somehow resist seeking comfort in his arms.
“Where?” I croaked out.
“Please don't hate me.” He looked at me pleadingly.
“That's not up to you to decide. Explain.” I snapped, glaring at him. I'm not mad at him I'm just fed up hearing secrets and lies to the people I care about.
He took a deep breath, let it out like there was a boulder weighing him down and maybe there is.
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