Author: Nelly Doe

I am a student. Second year, but not for long, obviously. Sometimes I write.

This is how it ends, with me realising that my first serious mistake was meeting you. Liking you was not optional; I kicked and fussed and yelled then settled into it. Trusting you was neither a surprise nor a miracle, I trust people easily. A high school teacher once called me naïve. But that’s beside the point. Another mistake was knowing you. Learning you. Just seeing you. Your glassy eyes, how you smirk a little when telling jokes, your story. Each chapter was devastating and new and strange and when I was done I was left breathless. Only to find…

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