Hɪs ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ
Pʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ
Fɪʀsᴛ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ-ᴇʟʟɪᴏᴛᴛ
𝗜 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 didnt think I would live, but here I am, on a boat to the Bahamas. I think I swallowed more water than my body weight if im going to be completely honest.
I was trying to ignore john b's and Sarah's sweet talking but I couldn't help but listen. It's sweet ya but it makes me gag. I just don't think, with everything that's happened or happening that love will help it.
I probably shouldn't talk though, everyone I've liked over the years have betrayed me or broke my heart in some way, or jut gone behind my back.
My mind couldn't get the imagine of the oldest Cameron smiling out of my head though. His soft expression and the joy in his eyes when he looked at me, god it brought a smile to my face when I should hate him, hate his fucking guts.
I mean he killed someone, placed a bet for money, used me for money, does drugs or did drugs, no clue if he still does them. I really need to sleep.
I should sleep before my thoughts consume me.
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