The slits that adorned his wrists reminded me of how deep his loss had affected me.
The pill bottle he digested were pills I had collected for him.
It was I who planned his funeral yet it was she who saw him last before the casket shut.
Not me.
It was never me.
I've never had success, I've never had mutual love and I've never had a family.
Yet she does.
She set my world on fire destroying everything I had laboured to create.
So I set hers on fire to.
That building lay in ashes on the ground.
Who cares if her family burnt down with it or even better her.
At least she would finally be able to meet the man she so deeply missed.
Did she even miss him?
The way she paraded around with that rich man by her side and his child on her hip.
Did she even care?
Did she even remember?
Did she forget the broken family she left behind to clean up after her destruction. She broke him to pieces and left us to clean up the mess.
What was so special about her. He even gave her a child.
Why not me?
Why does she deserve to carry on your legacy?
Why should her son bear your name?
What has she done to deserve so much?
Why does it feel like I'm burning in hell?
A loud shriek was heard throughout the car park as a forceful gust of wind followed by a slam against the concrete wall sounded.
"Who are you?" Commanded the force.
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The Nanny
RomantikAfter a tragic incident Emi needs to provide for her son and when you become a single mum so young it's hard to find a job that suits you and helps you provide a safe environment for your child. So when she finds a job working as a nanny for the CE...
