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Thirty One
Mariano answered my call at the first ring.
"Bella?"
"Hey."
"Hey. I'm sorry. Am I forgiven?"
"Yes." I answered. I felt tears build up at the sound of his voice. I fucking hated that I could cry so easily. That I forgave him like this. "Am I?"
God, I was so easy. I felt pathetic. Just forgiving him like this. He was in the wrong here. I should have not made this so easy for him.
"Why are you apologising? You have done nothing wrong."
"I was too dramatic. I overreacted."
"It's okay, Bella."
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