XVII.D R E A M E R
What was he supposed to feel?
Was he supposed to feel betrayed,used or broken?
No.
He wasn't supposed to feel anything because she wasn't his;she never was.
But still his heart ached for her and his soul felt empty;similar to a vase which holds no flowers or anything,to be more precise.
'Why would she ever love me?' he thought,hopelessly.
He knew clearly that a woman with her standards would want a man who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.
Devin was all she needed,not a wreck with no future.A wreck like him.
He wasn't the kind of man she needed.
He was a . . . d r e a m e r . . .
A dreamer with no penny to spare but instead hope.
and maybe he was the one who needed hope more than anybody else.
Yours truly
AyeshaHoran.
Dedicated to CrayonChomper.An amazing writer who writes the most awesome books using all her awesomeness:)
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