Ivan was sitting in the middle of his bed, staring blankly at his hands resting on the blanket as he recalled all the memories he had with Kenneth that never left his mind.
He felt so dumb and stupid back in those days, so innocent and immature.
As the doorknob turned, the sound of the latch clicking open caught his attention. At that moment, Kenneth appeared, holding a beautiful bouquet of red roses in his hand, ready to greet him.
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Lillian Joyce
Leave him
2024-09-22
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