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22. Ruined Lives
Halting the car, I peered back at him and was met by his intense gazing. I hadn't forgotten the nickname he used for me, causing the heartbeat to skyrocket and hands to quiver. It had been such a long time since I heard him taking this name. For fifteen minutes, I didn't say anything, replaying his words in my mind, again and again, to see if I was dreaming. I had even pinched myself - ridiculous as I was. But it wasn't.
He really called me bear. His bear.
No doubt I didn't look like a bear anymore, but the nickname was something I fancied. I loved it.
"Thanks for dropping me." He said.
Blinking, I replied, "You drove, not me. So thank you for driving me."
Chuckling, he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, thinking deeply.
"Would you mind if I ask something?"
I shook my head in reply. I had asked so many questions from him without a
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