Love for Only Seven Days

That night, I remember it, and so do you.

That night, you don't remember, but I still do.

But I... would rather forget.

Is it only after we meet again that we realize how fleeting time really is?

Is it only after the words leave our mouths that we realize we've left everything we should have said stuck in our throats?

Is it only after we've caused the hurt that we regret it, knowing that spilled water cannot be gathered up again?

You get what you want, and I get what I want. How fair...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.