It hurt. It always has and always will. Whenever I saw him, he reminded me of what we used to be, my past. When we were together I thought he was my present, my future. In him I saw my world but he saw his world in her. Her, my best friend who was the only person I trusted after him but the two people I trusted most were the reason that I couldn't trust anyone anymore and I hated that whenever I saw them together even after 2 years I felt vulnerable, I felt as if my heart had been ripped out of my chest and shattered. But now, I felt nothing, I had been played by a fuck boy and even though it took me 2 fucking years to get over it I wanted to move on now, I was sick and tired of him and his shit. This was my year, I would no longer be the hurt broken girl, that was not who I am, not anymore atleast.
I suck at writing stories, but I thought I'll give it a try so let's see how it goes. I hope the prologue caught your interest in to reading the next chapter. Like, comment and share. I will be doing weekly updates.
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