𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐄 (n): The love that remains
❛ Stitches undone / Two graves, one gun. ❜
In a world where relations are fickle and trust is tentative, America's world is flipped on its edge when one of his friends build a flourishing friendship with so...
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Can you please talk to me?
I'm sorry. It was my fault. You won't even look at me now.
At least let me hear your voice once more.
- A
My friends say I should do what I feel is right. And my head says that never talking to you again is exactly that. I don't want to talk to you, think of you, and I more especially can't find it in myself to forgive. But my heart says otherwise.
I hate that I still care about you. I hate you and your stupid ability to make me happy. Something about you made me feel just a little bit more alive. And you just had to go and ruin it.
You always do, right?
- R
Do you want your things back? I still have so many. They lie around my room and whenever I see them I die a little more inside.
I didn't believe in fate before. I thought it was kind of stupid. But now I think — maybe fate just split our paths when they were creating destiny. Maybe we were always preordained to descend from perfection to disaster.
But just so you know, if I could, I'd bend my strings of fate for you.
- A
I hope things turn out differently in another life.
