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my old diary, her memory crashes int
r two years ago, but I neve
way her voice softened when she said my name, it was just beautiful.
ell they lied. Because here I am,
t week, her voice wa
ied. Everyone will be there.
ome in years, not
since
ek apartment in Paris, a name people respect, there's a knot in my stom
her. To know if any part of her still rem
it on the nightstand. The p
hoping the bitter taste will ground me. The wedding is in two weeks. Pa
kless one underneath. A serial heartbreaker. The kind of
someone. Or at leas
I can't lie, I'm curious. Who is she?
mind. I was going to face my fears and attend S
and telling myself it was just one day. I booked a ticket for the first flight out
happy couple, and come up with a solid excuse to leave the same day. Some
hing I didn't
n into her. Because I w
when it comes to Lily, I'm still that boy who
the only person I wa
e heavy with anticipation. I could hear the bride and groom already exchanging vows as I moved quietl
oticed me,
tinctively, her eyes meeting mine with a soft smile. She always had something like a s
en let my gaze dri
om sat in still silence, caught up in the moment. I could barely see the cou
thing stopped. Sam was gett
d enough to drown out every vow, every whisper, every prayer. I sta
g here? And why wa
ing inside me
ing, I stood a
elt heavier
n't wait for answers. I just left. Because so

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