He flopped onto his couch, wishing he could-- no. He shouldn't. He wouldn't. He couldn't. Love was an illusion, a trick, a mind game. A never ending cycle of pain. And yet... No
All he could think about was her. He loved her. But love was weak. He wasn't weak.
A/N: Yeah, this is short. Super short. I had the idea last night and finally got to it today.
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A Tangled Mess! --Short Story and Drabble Collection
RandomThis is my first time writing here so... hi. Each short is under a category label. If you don't like angst, don't read under that label (and I do, like, hardcore angst sometimes). If you don't want any crack shit, don't read the Incorrect Quotes or...
