Sold to a gang leader.

should i write this book?

His hair lay slightly over his left eye almost hiding it from my sight. His face showed pity and sorrows. I remember his smile, the one that melts my heart. How he laughed when we were together. How he grinned at my giggle any time he brought it out. But that smile is gone. His laugh is no where to be heard. And the only thing he has brought out are my tears. They stream down my face against my better judge ment. Hus soft hand slowly comes to my cheek where his warmth consumes my face. I want to lean in to it. I want to forgive him. But I can't. It takes all i have not to give in to my heart. He holds it and always have but he never realized how easy it was to break it. He never thought that by not being with me he could still hurt me so bad. I guess he was wrong.
"I never wanted to break your heart..." He says his voice shaking and low. It still melts my heart. I can't do this again. I turn my head out of his hands looking over to something, anything else. I can't look him in the eyes well I do this....
"Too late." My hores voice sounds so dead and quiet but he heard me. I didnt look back to him, I walked away. Away from my heart, my happieness and the love of my life. I knew it I looked back at him it would change everything so I didn't. I walked to the tracks where we met. Where I fell in love. And where my heart broke. I fell to my knees and cried. I cried for my heart break. For that pain in my chest that thribbed and ached. For that empty feeling that tore my soul apart. I cried for him too. How I hurt him, and how he hurt me. He broke my heart but it never left his hands. And it never will. I still love him....