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EMERALD GONZALES.

stitches.

in life we are always taught how there will be people who will come and go, and not all people that we meet and establish strong relationships with will always last forever. they often say that these people are not meant to stay forever, and are just meant to leave and teach you a lesson in life by this experience. in which you will use to further broaden your perspective in life, because apparently experience is the best teacher.

however, there is only so much heartbreak one could endure in their own life. a limit to how they will let people continually break them over and over again, and leave them in their own conveniences. it is hard to always let people come into your life and put your walls down for them to enter completely, only after they will either leave you or betray you, leaving you scarred for the rest of your life. it is a dangerous game indeed, trusting people completely. i do not know if i can classify myself as a gambler, taking chances in life.

no amount of stitches could sew me back, my heart back in shape from all the heart breaks i have suffered in the past twenty-two years of me living in this world. it has been a cruel, brutal world out here. the heart breaks from the people who are supposed to love me, where are they now? where have they all gone? i thought i was loveable, that i do deserve love because they made me believe in that thought. only at the end of the day, they all just betrayed me and left me at a very young age. they all do. i wonder if it is them who are at fault or maybe it is me all along that i cannot manage people to let them stay in my life. maybe it is my fault that i cannot make people stay?

as soon as i have thought i have somehow mend my broken heart, stitched it back to one, and moved on from my dark gloomy past, i started trying to give it a chance again. there comes niall, the first person i got to trust fully. then i got to meet people along the way, we got to meet new people who have betrayed us and eventually left us in the long run.

then me and niall met atticus, davina, zemira, then perry.

perry whom i thought was the last final addition in the team, who is all in for the team. clearly emotions got in the way that is why i have trusted her quicker and established a relationship faster, because i thought as we age there will be less people who will betray and deceit us that we will encounter along the way.

clearly i was mistaken and it is all backfiring right now, but one who has been hurt multiple times knows how it is important to always not give everything, and keep a small amount of trust for themselves.

"perry, what did you just do?" i hear niall speak after a long moment of silence.

suddenly, she grabbed something from her waist which i assume was her gun, and soon enough raised her arm to point the gun right at me.

"you were a great friend really, emerald. you're all fun actually. too nice and kind, a bit bossy at times. can't believe you have fallen for my act, i should maybe consider a career in acting," perry smirks, pulling the safety lock of her gun for it to be ready to fire.

i hear people from behind pulling up their guns as well, the several clicks of the safety pin being pulled from their guns echoes in the air. i stand there frozen, just staring at perry blankly. this nightmare surely cannot be happening right now.

"fuck i knew it," niall whispers in realisation.

"onyx," i start saying, calling her attention.

"emerald?" perry counters, not being fazed that there are three guns pointed at her. how could she even stand still knowing she is already outnumbered?

"do you have to do this? i was thinking that you could be trusted, but jokes on me i guess," i breathe out a short laugh, shaking my head.

"i told you, your emotions always cloud your judgement. you're easy to play with and be manipulated. look as to where it has gotten you now. tip of advice yeah? set aside your emotions when it comes to business, it is never good to mix those two," she continues to smirk, pointing the gun directly at me still.

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