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Autumn stood outside Erin’s apartment, her heart racing with anticipation. They were ready this time, determined to embrace whatever might come about from the last encounter. But as they reached for the doorbell, they heard footsteps behind it. The door swung open, and there was Erin, but she wasn’t alone. A tall figure with frizzy
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The abrupt end of their conversation leaves Vince feeling a mix of emotions. He sets his phone down and takes a moment to gather his thoughts. Bitters, sensing his owner’s unease, nudges his hand with her nose, offering silent comfort. As Vince sits in his quiet living room, he reflects on the whirlwind of emotions
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Months have gone by where Vince has ignored emails, calls, and even the letters that were forwarded to his new house. The scenery of the city had grown on him in tremendously wrong ways since Emma left. There had been many overnights, along with month-long flings, but nothing to take the memories of her green
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In clear, concise words scrawled across the page. “A fool is within me.” … Emma comes home a few months later. After many ignored phone calls, texts, and emails, there’s no sign of Vince anywhere. All that’s left is a made bed and his shelves of books. Emma goes downstairs to ask the door attendants
Written Through These Amber Eyes 