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A box

I really want to know what she is thinking and whether she is sad now.

I stop.

She picked up quickly, and I heard the doorbell ring on her phone, heard her say hello, heard her open the door, and then saw her.

Facts have proved that the heart that wants to leave really will not be stopped by a box. And I took the box out from under the bed with great effort.

I raised my hand and put it on the doorknob, as if I had used all my strength to open the door.

Her: “But..."

She pulled me back without giving up: “Why ? Aren't everything fine?”

I subconsciously frowned, then quickly relaxed, swallowed, and repeated: “Shelby and I broke up.”

taking the things out of the room, Shelby still looked at me in the same posture.

Now that I think about it, how ironic.

Am I okay ?

She asked softly: “Are you okay?”

I still shook my head: “It's not good.”

The light in the living room was still on, and Alanna was not sleeping. She was holding her tablet and wearing headphones. When she saw me coming out, sh
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