Scarlett's POV
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My heart fluttered and my hands were cold. My head throbbed, and my throat was dry.
Heartbroken, I was heartbroken. And I took out my journal, a journal that I hadn't touched since Austin had came back... but he's gone now. And my journal was back...
I flipped through the countless pages of unsent letters, the doodles, the depressing notes and thoughts, I flipped until I finally came to a blank page. Picking up my pen, I began to write.
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Do you ever have that feeling of being lost but yet you know where you are?
Do you ever wonder why you are never ever good enough?
Life is a simple word. So small, with foir letters, but yet, it has such a big meaning. It has such a big impact. Sometimes I wonder what life even is and until now... I've never known.
Life is a joke. A cruel joke. It is a small word that hold a big punch. All life is, is a joke to the underdogs. Those people who are up there? They live THE life. But people like me? It's just a joke. A cruel prank. And life hurts. It hurts from your toes to your nose; but most of all, it hurts your heart. Life breaks, tears, claws at your heart. It laughs at it, it abuses it, it does everything it can to make your heart fail. And one day, life wins. The heart never wins. One day, oh one day it'll just give up, it'll just die. Maybe it's on it's own... but sometimes, the brain helps too. The brain is so damaged by life, by society, that sometimes it creates a death trap for the heart. It fills the heart with poisonous aching and breaking. It fuels the body and tells it that it's too fat, too ugly, too weird. And then it HURTS EVERYTHING. So what is life? Well... it's just a game that everyone loses, because no one can escape death. And life is a simple game with cruel tricks. Some people can play this game nicely, but most... they get lost, they get broken and they die before they ever reach the end.
That's life.
It's a game... that no one ever wins.
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I set down my pen and felt tears running down my face. And the memories came back. The bad memories of Austin. The truth... about us.
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Austin's POV
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"Austin, I'd like you to meet Krysten." The man introduced me to a gorgeous blonde. Her hair seemed silky soft and her little porcelain like face stared at me, intrigued.
"Hey." I nodded at her with my chin but kept my hands in my pockets.
"Hello. It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Mahone." Her voice held a tint of a British accent and her blue eyes sparkled. The light seemed to make her glow and her short dress that barely covered her legs... aye papi. Wait... Scarlett think Scarlett.
"Yeah, you too. Not to be rude but why do I care?" I rolled my eyes and directed my question towards the man.
"This," he motioned at the girl, "Krysten is your new girlfriend." The man grinned and offered Krysten to me.
"THIS IS WHO MANAGEMENT WANTS ME TO-" I started to yell.
The man cut me off, "her name is Krysten Dix and she's a world famous model. She has a plan with Chanel and yes, this is who management wanted you to get together with. Not only will she help boost your fame, but it will get rid of those gay rumours." He waved towards the blonde and smiled.
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The Truth About Us (Austin Mahone Fan Fic- editing)
Fanfic"sometimes love hurts. expecially if you fall for a super star." All rights belong to icecreamahone