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s actually older

. There would always be a noticeable shift in the air, their faces contorted with more questions that were looking fo

Instead, she approached it with the understanding tha

y heart, all the pieces

me to unde

n the way

t after

ly took her a

e they been having an affair? Why would he do this to me? Af

face, the absence of any se

e catalyst

n't going to cry mys

the way Elliot w

al the number that I hadn't

hat it left me breathless for a moment or two. I gathered my

r in Golden Cove's parking lot. I had only been waiting for about 5 minutes or so, when he stepped out of the car I saw him, standing taller than his father. His hair

as effortlessly perfect as always without even trying while I looked like I had been run over. My hair was

gusted, couldn't even

rand of hair from the side of my fac

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nny to be chuckling about, or maybe I was wrong about

oke that deserved

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thinking he was mature and would love me in a way a new guy ar

that my whole world now revolved around

g this gap between us, a lin

dn't mind his moth

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enveloping me into his warmth and musky cologne. He let me cry until I was tired and r

I resisted for a bit, then stepped under the shower of his spare bedroo

. My relief quickly came to an abrupt pause when I remembered that I had no clothes to we

out of the shower yet, I

t, it was one thing to call him in the heat of the moment and now that I had c

eye, he was also one of the bigge

e desperation rather than despair that made me dial his number but

e in

as no one else to turn to so I should at lea

ant and a smile warming up his face. He ha

s one of my s