(Ryan's P.O.V.)

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I drive home to my subtle apartment. My fists band against the black walls repetitively. I can't believe I broke her that bad. I ruined, broke, and destroyed the only girl I've ever loved. I loved her, only her, yet left her breaking in Lincoln Street with no mere reasoning behind it besides denying her true love towards me. 


I stop and breathe heavily. I can't protect her anymore, let alone go near her. She is fragile, literally horribly fragile. I broke her to mere fragility. I may be repeating "I broke her", but in my mind, thinking of her, that's all that comes to mind. I need to figure out how to break her walls, those brick walls, how to find the key she so harshly broke into various pieces to keep anyone from getting back into her heart like I did, and to finally get those gorgeous brown eyes back to holding something, whether it's hatred, or disgust, I don't care, just...something besides pure nothing.


I also, probably in the meantime of that, need to show her Adam's true colors and show her how truly disgusting he is. All she sees from his grossness is affection. When I get the chance, I will exploit him for who he truly is.

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