I never felt whole though, despite my life being almost faultless. I felt as if i lacked something, i could only describe it as a kind of nostalgia. I missed what i had, and i still felt like my heart would always be a place for two. I told Spencer about this and he was so reassuring and lovely about it, i thought he'd up and leave me really but he didnt he stood by me as i searched, searched for her who held the other half of my heart. I found her sooner than expected, the years hadnt been kind to her and as soon as she laid her eyes on me they shined the way i know they used to.
"Feye, im sorry, m'sorry, so so sorry"
She said as she cried into my chest when we held eachother, she was still small and frail but shed been hurt so much.
"Youve done nothing wrong i promise."
I whispered to her and she just cried and held me tighter. Its odd really how one person can make you feel so many differnt things all at once. I felt guilty for letting her leave, letting her get hurt, for the way everyone treated her and the fact i didnt come back. But none of that matters now, she was there in my arms where she belonged. I was whole again, i was truly me.
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My Beautiful War
Storie d'amore"and the prince marries the princess and everyone lived happily ever after." My mamas words echo through my mind again. Though that's an awful depiction of love, love is different to everyone and to me its always been a vibrant, confusing maze that...
