June 20th, 2013
i was with him in the amusement park. we were having a nice date, nice weather, nice conversation, nice laughs, nice rides, but not in the nice condition. me, to be exact. we were having a great time before i finally let myself free from him. i told him i was going to the rest room, but in fact i left him there.
alone.
despite his phobia and such, i don't care. we both know, or maybe in just my opinion, he doesn't need me. he uses me. and here i am, writing down my broken heart pieces.
i loved him.
i love him.
but i don't think he loves me, because he's always lonely whenever i'm with him.
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Autophobia
FanfictionAutophobia; can also be described as the fear of being without a specific person When she left him just like that in the amusement park, making both of their hearts ached, what could be happen in next few years after that?
