Memories and broken promises
They said that some people never get to meet their soulmates.
I met mine when I was five.
Noah Kincaid was my best friend, my person, a shoulder to cry on—until he wasn’t.
Until he shattered my heart into a million tiny pieces with just a few words.
But now he’s back, saying all the right words, doing all the right things, but it was too late.
He was too late for our happily ever after, because life had other plans.
Tragedies were never part of my plan—they weren’t on my bucket list. I always thought they happened to some other people, but never to me.
Until they did.
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