Twenty-two...

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The hard cover book stared at him as he contemplated writing on it. He needed someone to hear his thoughts, if not someone, something. He gently opened the book and flipped pages after pages that he had written when he was sober and other times when he wasn't, his words were crude and blunt.

Dear diary,

I realized something too late, and it is the fact that I don't want to move on. I want to continue to love her and her, me. Every happy moments should be with me Clarissa, and not someone else....

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The door of the mall was opened for them to enter but she went in before him as he requested, smiling at the gentlemanly gesture. They had decided to go shopping for some items for the trip. His hand snaked around her waist again when he joined her in the building gripping it tightly as they walked into it further more.

The figure lurking in the corner with his hoodie on, stared at them through the glass till they were no longer in sight with his grip tightened in a fist.