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L O L A

The first time I heard that Winter died, I didn't cry.

I didn't cry the day after or even a week later. The truth is I didn't really care. You see Winter wasn't the person her name imagined her to be. She wasn't innocent like snow or sweet like hot chocolate on a winter's day.

No, she was the opposite, A cold blizzard that takes everything you hold dear away.
From my friends to the one I loved, she greedily took it all. So when her grandfather gave me a box saying that she left it to me, I was shocked.

A while later after fiddling with the box, I found a bunch of unsent letters that she tried to send to me. However, I moved and we got a new address so I never got those messages. In this box is what she always wanted to say to me but she ultimately couldn't.

These are her last words to me.

© Nadira Hassan,
книга «Dear Lola».
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People way of thinking, their actions sometimes don't match or add up. Stuff like this sure is shocking
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