Dying in misery. After getting home last night, I felt nothing but pain and regret. No one talked to me, and I didn't talk to them. I got in my room, closed my door and dropped dead on the bed, curling up as tears ran down my face. As I strip my clothes, I stripped my facade as well. That smile I use. In the classroom.. during note taking.. I wrote on the back of my notebook. Subject was the first period.
"What a weak King you are."
"I never stopped loving you. I never will."
"Nothing but a boy wearing armor. Wannabe King."
"I just hope.. You'll never change."
"It's okay if you hate me. I made your life hell."
"But I will always love you."
As I wrote.. A drop of water splatters on the page. I took off my glasses to wipe off, playing it off as dirt in my I.
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Bleeding Love
RomanceLove is love, no matter how you put it. There's always a want, a need, a sacrifice, a sentiment and more. This book tells a tale of Love that awaits its Healing Hour. Despite such pain.. it refuses to break. Find out why.
