"It's over? Isn't it?" I dropped my head and looked to the cold floor. "I can't believe how long it took me to believe it. I mean, I knew when it happened, but it didn't sink in until now." There was no response. "I won't hurt myself. I won't blame myself...
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If not so shadowed with the desire to become your perfect carnal love story, I might've enjoyed those secret autumn words for what they were: A dream in blankets, a bright fire to kindle the heart, a new distraction, and nothing more But the weight and ho...