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"I was in love once, and it got stomped on and kicked around like a rubber ball." Rose mutters, unable to look Nicholas in the eye. It felt odd to confide something so personal in him, but she feels like she can trust him. Like she's known him for years and he's been her very best friend. That's a lie of course, she's only known him a few weeks and had a few dates with the man. But, Rose enjoys his company. She feels like Nicholas is someone she can spend a long time with. Like she could love him. But, why does her heart feel as if it's weighed down by the thought? Why does Dante still make her heart flutter and flames burst inside her veins? Why can't she move on from a toxic relationship? Why can't old habits just die, why do they have to die hard?
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