CHAPTER TWO.
Going back to Gabriel means going back to pain...
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He had a world full of colors, in fact, he lived in it. But now all I see is gray; a dark, cold and heavy gray.
My clear priorities were: Him. Gabriel Pierre.
She used to be so addicted to him, to his warm kisses, his hugs full of tenderness, his vision of the future so determined.
Until it was over...
His kisses were replaced by his blows, his hugs that decided to convey manipulation and a lot of pain, and his vision of the future has been blinded by hatred.
I confused love.
We were crazy and despite that, I didn't care.
How not to notice the change so visible?
Did I see reality or did I just look away after realizing I didn't like that?
But I saw it.
I saw the pain it produced. I felt.
Now not only was my world gray, but shortly after it collapsed, crumbled on my own hands.
My fault.
Now I am living the consequences.
Now I am paying for my biggest mistake.
Now only me and the void remain.
My heart was shattered and only crumbs of my soul remained.
How can I justify all the pain that I allowed him to cause me?
How do I justify the betrayal?
And I don't know which was worse, his or mine.
I never planned the day that I would lose you.
It was supposed to be you and me against the world, never you against me.
I look like the victim, but you should know that I am not.
He manipulated me. I allowed all the damage.
When has a war been seen between a king and a queen of the same palace, where one is victorious?
Well, no. In this it was not so.
I was supposed to be his queen,
not a robot.
Author's Note:
I don't have much to say, I just have a lot of mixed feelings with this story.
Writing this hurts. 💔
More when you know the end.
NCCJ ✨
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