West's POV -
I never understood what she meant when she told me how much it hurt, to feel so sad seemingly without a cause; to physically ache when you weren't physically hurt in anyway; to feel like your lungs were filling up with water as you could only sit back and let yourself drown; to be addicted to a certain kind of sadness.
Until it was me. Sitting under the same tree. Staring at the same empty brick wall, gasping for air, crying, having to accept that I'll never be the same person I was. All because of her.
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Entwined
Teen Fiction"I was her cure and she was my disease, I was saving her and she was killing me"
