RIZ
“Over a shirt? You’re really doing this over an old shirt?” I still couldn’t believe it. Justin was way over his head, and now he was even making a fuss over an old T-shirt.
“Why not? It’s mine.” He sipped his coffee. “You wanted to be free from me, so why keep my shirt? Unless you still love me.” My eyes widened at what he said, but he just gave me a mischievous smile.
“Don’t flatter yourself. I’ll pay for the shirt. How much?”
Justin shook his head. “I told you. It’s not for sale. If you really want one, just have a new one made. The fabric’s already thin. Honestly, I didn’t think it would still be around. I thought it had long been torn to shreds and turned into a rag.”
“It’s the memories I have with it, that’s why I want to keep it. A new T-shirt won’t have any memories even i
