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Forty One
Know where your trust should lie or else you’d end up with a tear-stained face and broken heart.
I had an inclining to why Yulian was missing but I was yet to confirm it. I had waited for hours but he never came that night I confronted Mikhail. I had this regret inside my heart, I wanted to talk to him. I wanted to hear him ask for forgiveness but because of my stubbornness, I passed on the chance. And I was afraid that there won't be another one coming or at least anytime sooner. He still got some responsibility to fulfill with me, that was the only thing I was holding on to. That no matter what happened, he w
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