She didn't hate him. No, she couldn't...
But she hated the fact she's still loving him. She hated all this grief.Love and pain belong together, they said. But loving him had been the sweetest of all...
With every burn, every injury. For a while it felt like heaven. But she probably should have known,
That they were falling in the wrong direction...
She thought she could fly by his side. To this night in the park, his beautiful words crossing her entirely. Such beautiful lies...
Coming back on this road, she realized it was only just a dream.
He was so easy to love. He knew she was weak.
She was free to go, but she was laked in him.He made her dependent on his smell.
He had to know that she couldn't leave. She didn't want to say goodbye...
And all those hours spent together, didn't they ever count for him?
He made her want to leave everything behind. Because he had broken her, her and her reality.With every burn, every wound. For a while it was like heaven. But she probably should have known.
That they were falling into the wrong direction...She had only been a phone call for him. She had given him everything, and now she had nothing.
She loved him dangerously. He didn't love her enough to live in this danger.
Ignoring him, she had tried. Now that it's all over, why is it so hard to forget him?
But she was addicted to him.She should've seen it, surely. That they are only likely to fall into the wrong direction...
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𝑾𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑫𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑶𝑺 (𝑬𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏)
Short StoryOne Shot from "Just Me" traduced in english by NinaMareeves. Love N.M