I hate him. I love him. I hate him. I love him. Picking petals off of flowers seemed like the best choice at that point. My name is Emory Hornung, and I am in deep.
My boyfriend(soon to be ex) keeps calling. For the last week, Bryan had been going back and forth between loving me and hurting me. I've never had the nerve to tell him I don't like him. All 2 years we've been together. Today was different. It was my sweet 16. I was going to call him right now. I dialed his number, it rang twice, then he answered.
"Hey." He said
"Hi. We need to talk. I think we should break up."
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Safe Haven
RomanceI woke up in his arms. Sweat soaked my whole body, or was that blood?
