February 7th, 2016
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Those green eyes I once fell for are taunting me.
Daring me.
I want to throw a punch, want to smack him into next week, let him know how much he's fucked up. Again. But even though he deserves it, I would never be able to do it, never be able to hurt him.
Hollow eyes on hollow eyes. Green on blue. A life of hate looking at a life that was once full of love and flowers.
That's the thing, though. Life is nothing but pansies and fucking rainbows until someone comes and steals you away, promising you the world, promising you all of the stars in the universe and the planets too. But then, when nothing could drag you down and you both think you're invincible, it falls apart. Again and again. It rips your heart out, throws it to the ground and then life proceeds to jump on it, stomp on it until your heart becomes a bloody pulp, nothing but a stain on the dirty asphalt.
"Are you serious?" Is all I can ask. It's all my mouth can form. The sound wasn't broken, wasn't sad, it was just the opposite; empty.
Because my eyes weren't playing tricks on me, that I knew. But maybe he thought his were, because they didn't look sorry in the least.
They could at least look sorry.
Again.
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The Pretty Reckless * Larry Stylinson
Fanfiction*Title taken from the band 'The Pretty Reckless' (one of my favourites, give them a listen). **NOTE: THIS IS NOT WRITTEN IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER Harry couldn't care less. He lived for the moment, not for the consequences of his actions, not for love...
