Akira was sitting with a knitted black cap on her head, she held in her sadness as she watched the people walk pass the café.
“I can’t see you anymore.”
“Why not?” she said trying to keep her emotions in check.
“We just aren’t good together.”
His words kept echoing in her brain and she hated it with a passion, she sipped her hot chocolate. “Bastard.”
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