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Last night was a nightmare for her. It ended. What they both had for a quite sometime, ended, just the way she imagined it would be. Rough, tough, hurtful. And worse, she wasn't ready for it. But yeah, she didn't think that she will EVER be ready, not in a month, neither in a million years. She wasn't ready to stop talking to him, she wasn't ready to stop laughing, she wasn't ready to let go. She loved to talk, and he listened. It went so well, but they both know that it was WRONG. They were not supposed to be that close. It was WRONG. He was a good listener, although sometimes she didn't want to admit it. And now that she only has Him to listen to her, she began to learn to tell Him. And also, to do what she does best besides talking. 


She begins to write.