After spending such a beautiful time with her, I was finally back home, though every part of me wished I wasn’t. The air in my aroung felt different, colder, quieter, missing the warmth that lingered in her presence. But I had to be away from her, no matter how much I hated it. I couldn’t just cling to her like some obsessed fool… even if, deep down, I kind of was.
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