"You never really loved me" she said. Looking at the boy on a cold winter day. "No, your right I didn't love you not like you loved me. Although one time I did love you. You were my drop of water in a drought or my flower In a field of weeds." the boy said with cold stone eyes. She said with tearful eyes, "Then why did you leave me?" The boy then looked down knowing what he did could not be forgotten. He then said, "When you really love someone you'll know, and with you after a while I no longer could feel love. All I could feel was pain and not a little, but an un grossing amount. Our love wasn't faithful it was the devils work of art." The girl, already lost in the world, began to break down and piece by piece she had nothing left. The boy thought to himself that if loving the girl was like being in a fire he had burned in hell.
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lost & hurt
Short Storyfinding my way through life through back stabbing, lost loves, and hurting.
