FORTY – EIGHT
It was a bit late when Mason asked me to meet him at the parking lot of the mall. I almost got lost, given how things looked so different now. Everything weren’t the same as before. I was still trying to get used to the new layout of this town. It made me remember that nothing lasts forever. With my heart pounding so loud, Mason walked slowly towards me. Just like those scenes in the movies. He looked achingly handsome. My heartbeat went faster with every step he took. “Hey,” he said breathlessly, like he saw me for the first time in a long time. I tucked a stray strand of hair in my ear, hoping I looked cute. It all felt the same eight years ago. The butterflies were rampaging inside my stomach. Was this real? Or was he just a figment of my imagination. But he held my hand and wrapped it
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