My Other Half
He grabbed a piece of paper, his hand shaking as he wrote.
*Jane, I’m sorry. I messed up that night, and I’ve been messing up ever since. I didn’t know it was your first time, and I should’ve been better, should’ve cared more. I can’t stop thinking about you, and I don’t want to lose you. Can we talk? Please? Meet me at the park by the lake, 7pm tomorrow. I’ll wait. -Nate*
He folded the note, his heart pounding, and slipped it onto her desk, tucked under her keyboard where she’d see it in the morning. He left, his chest tight, hoping she’d show up, hoping he hadn’t lost her for good.
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