I Fled After a Call From Future Me
But whether it was out of lingering love or bone-deep guilt, I couldn't tell.
I pulled a flattened piece of candy from my pocket. After peeling off the wrapper, I popped it into my mouth.
Oh, how sweet it was.
Supplies were scarce in the war zone, so being able to have even a single piece of candy was already a rare luxury.
The wind stirred up the sand on the ground.
I muttered softly, "Michele, I don't hate you or love you anymore. But I don't have the right to forgive you on behalf of that desperate, broken woman I was five years ago."
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