EVERY LOVE STORY START SOMEWHERE
Sometimes love is the death of duty and duty is the death of love
How far will someone go and risk for love?
They were both called dangerous, but they were each other's safe
"Meeting you was a choice, becoming your...
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YOUR POV
Love. Such a strange, funny thing. It's something people think they can control, but no matter how badly they want to, they simply can't. It's something that happens to them, comes to them unexpectedly and without any warnings. It's something that chooses them. Hit them like a wreaking ball. Something that changes everything they thought they knew, altering their world in a new unknow reality. Something that will either make them blossom as a beautiful rose struck by sunbeams on a moist summer day or something that will destroy them like lethal storm engulfing everything that crosses its path. Love can hurt so much.
I'd tasted both. I I flourished like a rose thanks to Five who was my sun, my light, my air, my hope, my happiness, Only for him to damage and mayhem into my life, crumbling my world down. I was left with nothing but heartbreak, battling the darkness and pain he brought me. Battled the war between my love and hate. All on my own.
The following weeks was bad. My grief was penetrating and I collapsed in on myself. I refused to get up, staying in bed, clutching the shirt Five had left behind. I couldn't sleep. Breathing in the scent until I fell into a restless sleep. I would cry myself to sleep every night, I even started cutting myself again, everything around me reminded me of Five. Every night I would catch myself staring out the window, up at that star that was carrying my name.
I was in so much pain over that the guy I loved the most lied to me, that I was just wanted to kill myself, but I knew if I did that, I broke the deal with dad and that mean that he will hurt Five. And after what Five just did, I actually didn't care, but I also did. Why didn't I hate him? Why did a part of me not wanted him erase from my mind? Why did he keep reappear in my head? Why can't I forget about him? Why can't I stop loving him?
I was so angry at Five for the first three months that I tried to forget him, I even got together with Ben again just a few weeks after. But it was only to forget Five, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't get him out of my head. I heard his voice and felt him everyway, even when I was making out with Ben and even when we were making love, I kept thinking about all those times Five would kiss me and make love to me.
I didn't understand why Five would keep something like that from me? Why didn't he tell me? If he really mean all the things he said, why didn't he say anything?
Maybe it was because he was scared, maybe his own family didn't knew that he was out of this mission? So maybe he didn't tell me to protect me, 'cause he was scared that his family would hurt me? But he could have just told me and then we would have figure it out. It only hurt more knowing that he kept it from me for two months. But he was about to tell me back at our hotel but then we were kidnapped by my dad. But would he have told me after?
"Baby" a voice made me snap out of my thoughts and I looked to the right to see my boyfriend Ben sitting next to me as we were all sitting in the living room eating dinner.
