Those flowers. Those flowers kept me up at night, those flowers helped me sleep.
Hunger.
The one feeling I was very familiar with. Sadness, regret and angst were not foreign to me either. I knew I made a mistake the second he showed up with his new mistress, my best friend. But this time, it was different. He got out of the contract. My time was over. I spent the last 10 years, seeking his validation, trying to earn love from him and my parents. It was torture, but I had hope. Hope broke me. Now as I lay here, on an empty ally among thousands of streets in NYC, as I take my final breaths, lungs constricting, body aching, all I can think of is, if I could redo my life, I would never live on hope. Love and hope are wonderful traits but they cause heartbreak.
I am not ok with it.
I would take my revenge, but not by love,
but by a fair fucking war.
A/N
Is this good? I don't know, let me know if you have any ideas. I will most probably update once a week, if I write an extra chapter, might go up to 2 chapters a week. Constructive criticism is appreciated, but any rude comments will not be entertained. I think this goes for every story on this or any platform, writing is hard. Let's all be kind, it doesn't take a lot of energy, rather help you save it. Also, there will be almost no smut, just because I'm a little shy about it, but I might give some details here and there, please do not comment how you are robbed, because you knew what you were getting, RIGHT? though, I might surprise y'all one random day, who knows?
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