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The one that got away.
No, the one I permitted to get away.
Nope. That’s not right either.
The one I up and walked away from.
I had my reasons. When you’re reeling with pain of a tragedy, it doesn’t matter who you hurt to alleviate the ache. Even if it’s the person who means the most to you.
Years later, like a ghost of my past, she’s back in my life, hating me for what I did. I’m a shell of the man I once was, yet with one touch, she brings me back to life.
The only problem—I don’t deserve her forgiveness.
But that won’t stop me from fighting for her.
I need to prove we deserve a second chance.
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