[It had been a good friendship. One of the best she could ever ask for. And it had been more. It had been so much more than friendship. Her first time being in love. Her first time being in a real relationship and not one manufactured for the sake of survival.
But she still can't think of any way she can say this aloud to a stranger. How she can explain this kind of mark he left.
Thinking on it, she nearly misses most of his words. Doesn't really tune in until the very end of his sentences. She hesitates again before replying.]
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But she still can't think of any way she can say this aloud to a stranger. How she can explain this kind of mark he left.
Thinking on it, she nearly misses most of his words. Doesn't really tune in until the very end of his sentences. She hesitates again before replying.]
I wouldn't mind that. Being forgotten.