COMMON HIGHLANDS
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-Lacey
As you can see, time and I weren't the best of friends. It stopped me from being completely satisfied.
Dissatisfied... I was left along with the emptiness British branded on me when I decided to never in my life give in to him again. That conversation sealed every crack that had taken years to break because I refused to drown him with my toxicity.
I was jealous...
and because I loved him relentlessly, it was something I couldn't help, and because I stopped yelling and screaming at him, my calm wouldn't let me speak openly. My statements were enough for him to repeatedly remind me that we're no together.
We're just friends.
I do care about you.
When my soul would cry and fight and scream, because it wasn't enough for me.
He was punishing me for running to Preston.
He was punishing me because he knew that I loved him.
His honesty had made me selfish, I closed my feelings and became reckless. Instead of me moving on with my life, I dealt with the burns, I dealt with the knives.
If I couldn't have my true love, for I knew it was British...
I'd die every night until my being is finished...
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Common Highlands
Short Story"Your town does not define purity, but you will learn purity by rolling in mud." - Shauntiniqua
