One Nightstand With My Ex's Uncle
The books, the shelves, the paint— even though it wasn’t the same house, or the same room, I could see myself and John talking late into the night, kissing, reading, writing essays, preparing for exams…
The night I officially started my fashion designing business, we celebrated with champagne, and tons of books on fashion.
I decided to leave before anyone could see me standing there, and looking around. If it was Mandy, she could think I was trying to steal something, or attempt to frame me for something else.
If it was Katie, she could think I was unable to get over John— but the space in my heart for John had already closed up, and tight. It was unlikely anyone else could creep in.
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