Bloom

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The picture above is the main character in my imagination but you are free to imagine who you would like or give suggestions.

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"Was there ever a time that you just wanted me because you loved me or was it all about sex?" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

The window was the only thing that lit up the room which made  his eyes seem like they were glowing. "You thought I loved you that was your own fault,  I mean how could I; I mean just look at you, you were just part of a bet babe. If fatty was as easy as everyone says turns out it was the truth." He says while his eyes held all the contempt you thought he could never muster for you.

I loved a boy who just thought I was a piece of shit this whole time, the whole fucking time. "I love you, but nobody deserves this type of treatment, karma is bitch. You do not deserve me nor will you ever."  I continue on " You know I hope you are happy with all this bullshit and I congratulate you amazingly and I hope you regret the day you fucked with me because everything comes in a full circle. I do not acknowledge you as my mate." My body shaking furiously as the pain of the mate bond severed.

That was the last time I spoke with 'him', the only boy that I loved and the last.

Weird ain't it that we just started the bloody story and there is already drama well what can I say, I needed to give you a little taste of whats' to come. But if you think this story is only about that bit and you feel bored already you are free to leave. But if you are curious on how many skeletons does a closet hold than please sit back and enjoy because this will be a shit show.