Prologue
Prologue
This was wrong.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that to be true. This was wrong.
Then why did it feel so right?
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It all started with a kiss, as most things do in a love story. Is that what this was? Perhaps. It was a story involving love, after all. However, such stories were nonsense. They never meant anything.
This. This meant something.
Anyway, maybe it doesn't matter how it started, but rather, how it ended. That's right, it's over already. That's why I'm writing this.
So I'll never forget.
So he'll never forget.
Never… forget.