It was over the moment she locked lipswith those that weren’t his. Wasn’t planned, never really is. He wanted to know why shereciprocated, did she even regret it? With a single tear she whispered, ‘I didn’t.’ A believerthat everything happened for a reason, thismishap was part of the fabric. And with love that fueled his senses, he gave her anotherchance. Unlike her, he would later regret it.
Written by Jacob Ibrag
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