Hiding From My Mate
He held up the book I was reading and gave me an incredulous look, “Know your Earth? You can’t be serious!”
“It’s a good read,” I defended myself.
“There are other less depressing and boring genres you can read apart from this. Romance, thriller... you are too young to be reading this!”
“I’m not into romance, fairy tales or horrors, especially not mythologies.” Ever since werewolves and vampires stopped being Halloween stories and became more real than fiction in my life, I just couldn’t read those kinds of books anymore. Romance books only reminded me of the love of my life and how I had abandoned him in fear and desperation. I should write a book on my own life, it would be a best seller,
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