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I can feel the butterflies in my stomach doing summersaults. I don’t know if it’s because I’m surprised to see him after so long, or if it’s because I’m feeling guilty about the past. I find myself almost frozen, my body ignoring the commands my brain is sending.

I feel too vulnerable around him, yet his warm brown eyes are familiar enough to help me regain my cool- well at least a little. A million and one questions are going through my head and I’m afraid that he may only be talking to me because he has forgotten how much he should hate me.

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[The Morbid The Merrier]

Interesting beginning. It's got a firm grip on the reader's attention. Why won't you bring a new chapter??