Don't know how much I can take.

Hey guys! So, I'm writing again! I've gotten a laptop, and I can type a lot faster. I'm really excited for this story. It may or may not have trigger warnings, and if I do decide to put that in my story, I will put a warning at the beginning of the chappie. So, this story is different than any story I've ever written. I've had this plot in my head for so long, and I finally got around to writing it. I'm suuuuper excited. So, yeah. It's about me, and Orlando Bloom. I'll try to make it relevant for anyone, but I get a bit carried away at times.. Soooo, yeah! Here we go! (It will be written in third person!) 

Selena sat on the bed in their shared bedroom. Glass was shattered on the floor a few feet away from her. Priceless glass. It had happened again. He lost his temper, and she let him. Selena tried her best to keep her tears back, but you see, that was rather difficult for her. She had always been the more 'emotional' person, if you will. A very little thing could set her off, and spiral her into the deep, dark thoughts in her head, often reffered to as depression. She would sit and ponder what she had done wrong. Things between her and Orlando were never like this. Ask her friends. They were the cutest, happiest couple anyone had ever seen. That was, until Orlando was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. That's when things spiraled out of control. Selena made a promise to always stay with Orlando, no matter what, but she was beginning to find that hard to do. She tried, tried, and tried to keep him happy. Cook him his favorite meals, which always ended up with the food splattered all over the kitchen floor. She'd help him with any problems he had at work, which either ended in him crying into her neck, or him telling her that she cannot tell him how to do hid job that she knows nothing about. 

She tried to keep her feelings inside, tried not to let him see how much he had hurt her over the years. But sometimes, she failed. She would break down. Cry, maybe throw a few things. But, for some reason, he always made it better. He would eventually turn into himself. Her Orlando. The one she knew, the one she loved so deeply. He would hold her close, let her cry into his warm skin. Sometimes, she could feel his own tears dripping into her dark brown hair. ''I'm so sorry baby. I never wanna hurt you..'' were always his words. Little did he know, he hurt her more than he knew, more than she would ever let him know. 

Okayyyy! That's it! First chappie! Please tell me what you think! Constructive critism is always nice, but I get sassy when it comes to hate. -Selena xx