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ad planned to meet up in the morning and exchange numbers and even agreed to

The voice of my mum sou

myself together, but it

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ror my anxiety that had disappeared since

hat happened, were you bu

ness and calm. I wanted to be on my own and wallow in my mystery; I wanted to blame mys

here in an awkward silence. My mum's unbelievably wide eyes daring at me through

napped at her, but I was stubborn. I

very five minutes of the journey, but I didn't care. I might as well ha

ets, probably the biggest. My mum always say

iad by the name Shirley, a woman in her forties

I a

vironment; take your time to get used to home," She cut off

your luggage from

m has been doing a lot, and I know, plus the problem with my

kids shouted across their fence, making me roll my eyes at the

er and voices taunting me. I shook my head, closing our door a

ey's voice came from behind.

," I said, rushing upstairs so that she wouldn't

e a dam, and I cried till I had no tears to shed, thinking about

again, his charming smile, and his piercing green eyes that I

very close, and I had tried my best to keep my feelings and fantasies to myself, but in that abandoned closet , when we had gone t