'I'm free. I'm actually free. The storm is over. He's gone. Even after all of this hell, after everything he did to me, I think I might miss him. No, I couldn't do that. He was kind though. He was full of hatred towards me; he was pitying me. No, he loved me...'
That's all I could think about these past few days. Whether he actually loved me, and if he did why did he do the things he did to me. I tried to understand why, why he did it, was I not good enough? Was I an embarrassment? If I was, he surely would have left me... so what was it? As I was walking thinking about why he had treated me like some inhumane object, I bumped into a guy. That's when my life, which I thought couldn't get any worse, got worse.
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Campfire - {D. J. H.}
Fanfiction'He was like a campfire, pretty to look at but could destroy a forest in an instant. I'm that forest' ••• In which a girl develops feelings for her abusive ex only to find the perfect guy she was looking for all along.
