CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
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Seven days.
Seven days since I came home here in Pennsylvania.
Seven days without having to see her.
Seven days without hearing her voice.
Seven days without her.
Seven days in utter emptiness and darkness.
If for seven days I was like this without her, how can I take any longer?
I was scrolling to the photos of her in my phone, I regret leaving the pile of polaroid photos in her room that night, But it’s okay. I just want her to see what I am seeing in her. How beautiful she is, how her cheeks flushed because of me, how comfortable she is to me. I wanted her to see my point of view.
Julie is hard on herself too, unlike me, If I want to run away and forget my past, she embraces hers wholeheartedly and uses it as an instrument for her future.
It is always go
