Broken but undamaged (extended)

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I have brown eyes with green specks around the rim and wavy brown hair that passed near my ribcage. Well I had my hair dyed actually. You could tell by the black hair roots growing out of my scalp. The thing is I'm a mud blood. You know like Hermione in Harry Potters. Kidding. My blood was tainted, but it's not with mud.

My boyfriend, Danny, have blond hair and piercing green eyes. He was our high school's quarterback, so naturally he had tanned skin. He was just gorgeous; though underneath the interior he was a man with a heart of stone. He wasn't always like that. He was my Danny, he was the love of my life but time changes people.

We got together sometime in junior year. Our relationship wasn't like a walk through the park. It was more like walking through a terrain. When you've been together that long, you tend to notice the other's flaws but still choose to stay together. I can say there were moments i regretted being with Danny but somehow he is a familiarity that i can't afford to lose.

Growing up was especially hard. My parents got divorced when I was 9 years old and since then I have never known stability. No child should be subjected to go through court trials. It wasn't something I like to remember but I do. I grew up resenting them and did every horrid thing possible just to be spiteful.

Danny helped me go through that period. He kept me clean from popping pills even though his methods were harsh. It was difficult since I've always had a streak for being rebellious and I most probably will.

I still remember one incident when he tried too hard to keep me grounded. I just exploded and went against him even more. He had to learn that the painful way. It was somewhere along the lines of me crashing his motorbike.....

You're probably wondering how? I crashed his bike while high on pills. I survive but the bike didn't. End of story. I have this thing for bikes. I love the sound of its engine when it purrs as I speed away. The adrenaline is intoxicating for me. I would probably say I love riding my bike more than I love riding Danny. Pun intended. Whenever Danny hurts me, I rebelled by hurting his male ego.

"Hey babe, why are you packing your bikini?" Danny shouts from across the room, my nautical theme bikini clutched in his hands.

His voice snapped me out of my prologue. I look at him sitting among my piles of clothes and suppressed a grin, "How else am I suppose to pick up man whores in college."

The look on Danny's face was priceless. He looked at though someone had just took his favourite toy. His brows were furrowed together as he massaged his temples gently.

I strode across the room to his side,sat down on the floor beside him and gingerly lay my head on his lap.

"Marko!", I teased as I stare up at him.

Instead of replying, Danny just raised his eyebrows at me.

"Danny! You're suppose to say polo." I whined as I tug the sleeve of his dark blue shirt.

"I'll say polo if you let me lock you up in this room. I don't care that you've bought your plane ticket. I'm not allowing you to go.", Danny pulled me off his lap and proceeded to unpack my luggage that was sprawled in front of us.

I sighed tiredly at his behaviour.

"Danny." My voice croaked as I reach out to grab his arm. "Turn around and look at me Danny."

Hesitantly, Danny stopped unpacking and turned to face me. I loosen my hold on his arm and he took the opportunity to hug me tightly.

"Babe, I'm leaving tomorrow and I need you to understand and come to terms with it.". I said dejectedly as Danny rested his head between the crook of my neck. "I can't lose you to somebody else Emily".

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