Eight Years of Quiet Love
Language: en
For eight years, I harbored a secret crush on Lucas Brooks. And then, I slept with him. The next morning, I heard him on the balcony, taking a phone call. "I told you, it was just a one-night stand. Marry her? Don't be ridiculous. Just give her some money and send her on her way." I didn't cry. I didn't make a scene. I got dressed, went home, and dragged out the box filled with eight years of memories from my closet. Secret photos, movie ticket stubs, a button he'd discarded. I dumped it all into a black garbage bag. As the garbage truck rumbled past, crushing everything beneath its…