every time she leaves
he sees how less convincing
her faux love gets.
he goes to the bathroom.
he breathes heavily.
in and out.
in and out.
in and out.
a pattern that grows weak as
his breaths
become more uneven.
he looked in the mirror
and hated what he saw.
his fist plunged forward,
and the mirror broke.
yet he kept staring
at the broken pieces
that seemed to reflect just how broken
he was.
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unfaithful - g.d
Historia Corta"to him i just cant be true, and i know that he knows im unfaithful and it kills him inside, to know that i am happy with some other guy." - **Mature content, a warning will be posted in the beginning of the book and chapter**
