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Chapter 32 - How Could You?

Chapter 32; How Could You?
No P.O.V. :

Dear Zayn,

How could you? Are you telling me all that ever happened between us was just a joke to you? The time you took a bullet for me as a joke? You gave me a job as a joke? You made me a better person as a joke?

Am I just a joke to you?

When I sent you that first letter, I thought you'd keep your promise of always being there for me and telling me it's okay. I didn't even fuck up majorly, did I? All I did was run away from you? How can you act so cruel towards me?

I hope you know I HATE YOU, ZAYN MALIK. You're an asshole with no soul. Why can't you make me feel loved? That was your specialty between us. Or was that just one big joke to you too? Tell me, what's the difference between the truth or a lie?

And what's with the sophisticated grammar now? You HATE that kind of writing but suddenly you're using it on me? Me, of all people?

As for my job, I refuse to come back. I quit. I hate you and I quit on you too. I knew it was too good to be true. I won't get my fairy tale ending ever. 

You say I ruined you? Yeah, well, you ruined me too.

There was a girl, only twenty-one of age,

Her heart was locked, locked in a cage. 

She refused to love, because it was a sin,

Until finally, someone crept in.

She met a boy, for he, she fell

Until that love, became her hell.

He told her words, word so sweet.

She ate them up, just like a treat.

His words were lies, lies so brute,

She believed them all, though they weren't true.

There was a girl, only twenty-one years old,

Her heart is rotten, just like mold. 

xxx Maxxon Chase

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