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I don’t answer because I refuse to waste my breath on stupid questions.
Memories. They’re a sickness with no cure.
He chuckles, and I close my eyes tightly. The sound makes me feel more ashamed than anything he could possibly do to me.
Sometimes, too much happens, and you can’t get back what was broken.
She’s been my anger. She’s been my love. She had been my happiness. And now she’s going to be my damnation.
This love story is ugly. But it’s ours.
If I had to choose, I’d choose madness over boring any day.
His blue eyes watching me intently. They looked like storm clouds ready to release their madness over a city. And I smiled at him, knowing that I would take on that storm any day.
It’s messy. But the most beautiful things are never just handed over to you wrapped up in a bow. It takes tears and sweat to get what you want. Even blood. And I’d bleed for this man. All he’d have to do is ask. Because I know without a shadow of doubt that he would do the same for me.
