I still remember what it felt like, looking at her hurt. It hurt like a bullet to the chest, because I saw it, I saw her pain, all of it bottled up behind her eyes, waiting to shatter. And even though I knew how broken she was, how fragile, being the selfish man I am, I couldn't help it, I knew it would in nothing but crippling pain. I would be the one to ruin her, but not a sliver of me cared, I wanted her, no, I needed her. What a sick bastard I am? I would crush her soul, her heart, for a moments relief from my suffering..
YOU ARE READING
In The Record Store
RandomLittle snippets of words written about two people, a moment in time and the consequences of dangerous love..
