Daniel's POV
It hurts. Every time I look into her eyes and see the wanting, the hope that she has for me.
She's expecting so much and I know I'll never live up to the expectations. I'm so afraid to disappoint her, to hurt her.
She's on my mind every second. It's as if I traded one drug for another.
I don't know if this is right, I'm no good for her. She watches over me like an angel, but I'm a bigger responsibility then she realises. It's all useless.
Hair dark as night, skin pale as snow, and lips that look so full and soft.
I want her. I want her bad, but I can't have her.
Elle deserves so much better from this life, and she can't get better with me around. I'm a distraction.
After a while she'll realise that I'm beyond repair. That the glue won't stick.
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Tainted Hearts (rewriting)
Short Storyhe was addicted to it he was killing himself though with every puff the poison set him free. she was a fake good on the outside but broken on the inside she was addicted to him even though he was bad he set her free © 2015 #64 in short story
