The Break-Up

She decided to bite the bullet and return his things.

T-shirts, Keys and a lot of memories were packed.

Just as she started to walk away from his door where she had dropped off the boxes, her phone chimed.

“What about my heart?”,read the text message.

ยฉ Abirami

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