✼LILA✼
She couldn't breathe for two reasons.
Every time she thought of Patrick, it took her breath away.
Every time she took a breath, Anton took it away.
"Where have you been?" he growled. "Are you seeing another man?"
She hadn't seen Patrick since the pier, but she thought about him.
"No," she replied.
He charged across the room, fist raised to strike.
He never believed her, even if it was the truth.
She always believed him, even if it wasn't the truth.
She winced. It did nothing.
He bailed her against the wall and kissed her roughly.
He tried to make her love him.
When it didn't work, it made him angry.
So she felt it.
Every ounce of raw pain as it blasted through her body.
He had his name written all over her body.
She just hadn't figured out how to get rid of it.
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The Girl He Fell In Love With
Historia CortaLove should be easy, like falling asleep in a chair, or so he thought.
