locked to papasmurfmcdnld; Three Little Words
Tara was hiding something. She didn't feel like drinking or having typical college fun or whatever. She needed sleep. She had classes in the morning. She shouldn't drink too much because of her stature. Those were her excuses. Not necessarily far from the truth, but there was more to that story. As she drifts to sleep, his words kept echoing in her mind.
It's not you. It's me.
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It was just an ordinary afternoon. Tara was learning a song to play on the guitar, courtesy of Sean. To her, it was quite a beautiful song. She was impressed, while Banshee was too humble to be flattered, as usual. Then, three little words slipped out of her mouth.
"I like you."
And there was silence. Which was deafening...
It's not you. It's me.
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It was just an ordinary afternoon. Tara was learning a song to play on the guitar, courtesy of Sean. To her, it was quite a beautiful song. She was impressed, while Banshee was too humble to be flattered, as usual. Then, three little words slipped out of her mouth.
"I like you."
And there was silence. Which was deafening...