A/N: so something y'all wouldn't know but, I'm a HUGE Taylor Swift fan and idk why but her song Champagne Problems has been living rent free in my head lately so I wrote a mini not so chapter. Hope y'all enjoy.
Yours truly,
Whore with wings.
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I left him. I did it to protect him. Then why do I feel so evil? Why do I feel like I played with his heart for so long?
Because I did. There really is no other way around saying it. I played with his heart.
I loved him and he loved me. We were made for each other. We were made to fall in love and run away from everything that we ever feared. Together.
But my brothers taught me better. My brothers have always taught me that there is no running away from this life. There is no such thing as happy endings. And there is no yellow brick road.
It's just death, and chaos and ruin.
I left him for his own protection. I saw what it did to Dean when he tried to leave with Lisa.
I saw how it tore him up to leave her after that thing possessed her. It tried to kill her.
He had to leave.
He couldn't even stand to hear her name. He threatened to kill Sam if he ever said Lisa's name around him. I thought he lost his damn mind.
But now I understand.
I dropped his hand while dancing. Left him out there standing. Crestfallen on the landing. With champagne problems.
His mom's ring in his pocket. My picture in his wallet. His heart was glass. I dropped it.
"She would've made such a lovely bride.
What a shame she's fucked in her head," They said.
But he'll find the real thing instead. She'll patch up his tapestry that I shred.
You won't remember all my...
champagne problems.
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