it's in the fumbled reply that barely escapes your lips.. you breathe an excuse but won't bring your eyes to meet their eyes. you can't handle this face to face. cold shock catches in your throat as the words hit you like a blow to the chest. twisted nerves barely conceal your bleeding core.
and here i thought happy endings only came in storybooks.
everything comes to an end.
and when i meet mine,
i'll take it with a smile.
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