She had gotten over dwelling on the past like one would get over a broken relationship. She wept bitterly, replayed the memories like old film, locked herself in her room and took to the bottle. What can I say? People grieve in different ways. But not her. She was a class of her own.
She was a survivor, a heart- breaker. Covering up her losses with wins. She rolled the dice. She was a gambler with love, bending and twisting the hearts that loved her only to spit them out back into the wild. She was an actress. Emotions, feelings played out on stage often seemed more realistic then her own. She immersed herself in her roles. She did not seem to have any real feelings.
And she hated herself for it.
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On the Edge of Life
RomanceAn actress, an artist, a photographer and a neerdowell discover they are four pieces of a perfect puzzle.
