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77.Truth
Celia's POV
I have no idea how many times we did many dirty things in the car out of love, lust, anger, fun and frustration. This is weird. So weird sitting silently beside him while he is driving to what called as my house. Five months ago, I was his. He was mine. And now, no matter what happened, things are not getting back again. I can’t let that happen. He do tried to talk, tried to touch, and I always flinched. The hurt is too obvious on his face. It pains me too. But, the past doesn’t change so easily, does it?
“That's it? You have nothing to say to me?” He questioned while I fumble to type the password.
“You said what you have to say and you showed me what you have to show. I watched and I listened. What else do you want me to do?” I asked calmly and at last, entered the correct one.
He scoffed while I waited for him to leave, “Come hom
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