Anxiety, fear, betrayal, guilt, struck me as I saw my ex, Shawn. Where had he been the last few months? I few we had a rough path but a part of me just wants to hug him, knowing that he's alright. He looks healthy to me. "Are you the personal assistant?" He asked, trying to take his mind off our past. "Oh...yeah. I am. Been working here for some months now." I shook my head. "Oh..really. I thought maybe you guys will still be exploring the world since you got your dream." He spoke kind of harsh to me. "Pardon?" "Oh, no. I'm not tying to be insultive. I'm just saying." He says, sitting on the armchair, crossing his legs. "Okay. It's been five months now since we last met and...I...Shawn, how are you?" I asked in guilt. "Me? How should I be for the past five months? Hmm...I'm...I'm good..." He stressed. "And as a matter
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