Vienna Rivers ( Not a kid's game )

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Prologue

Lies... Lies...Lies . That´s all she told me. That´s all she has ever been .  "Us"  never existed .

Loving her was  throwing myself  off  a cliff into the endless deep and unkwown.  Watching her was having a paradise in front of my  eyes , but not being able to appreciate it  because it was impossible to catch my breath , without  asphyxiating before  making any initiation move .

Looking into her eyes seemed to be the key for my total damnation. Those mesmerizing blue eyes hypnotized me , they left me breathless . It was impossible to say no to her. Not dissapointing her was my main task, even if it implied me being another person.

I acknowledge people just saw me as her toy.   How ironic ! Now , I realize  they were not wrong. I was the wrong one , the one who was too blinded by her game to see the way she manipulated me whenever she pleased. I was her victim . She set her eyes on me , calculating every move . And I , like all the great idiots , fell into her excellent planned trap.

There´s no one to blame, but me . I was so deluded into thinking a girl like Vienna could actually care about me , about my feelings. She played with my feelings all along, taking advantage of the honesty I imagined we shared. She used the words I said against me.  Leading me on, her favorite tactic was .

I keep wondering overnight why she walked in my life to alter its normal curse. Did she have any interest in seeing me in pain , suffering and heartbroken ? Or did she think it would be too much fun destroying an easy prey ?

I shouldn´t care anymore , but I can´t help it. To stop seeing her is far from possible since we keep crossing paths in school. My heart tightens in my chest by her sight.

Memories haunt me . The ghost of the past remains in the present , lingering in every corner of my mind. I wish I could forget , the problem is I don´t know how. It´s not like I could take an eraser and force the memories out  of my head. Her name is stamped in my troubles . I´m stuck trying to figure out a way out from the huge mess she provoked.

I will never forgive her; though it is not necessary to state that . Her ego is higher than the Eiffel tower to look back , reconsider what she did and clean all the damage.

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