As I walk through my destroyed house, burnt to the ground, I can't help but think. This is all because of him. He caused this.
No one cares about the poor girl who lost her mom.
Lost her house.
Lost her life.
No one cares about the house burnt to the ground, my house. I grew up here.
Even though everything is destroyed, I still know where everything is.
There's the kitchen where I spoke for the first time.
There's my bedroom where my parents would sing me to sleep, wishing me good dreams.
And there,
The room that caused the metaphorical end of my life. My spare room.
I can see my old posters remains on the floor and can't take it anymore, I have to go.
Storming out of the ruins, tears slowly beginning to run down my cheeks, I realize what this boy did to me.
He ruined me.
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You Ruin Me
RomanceJuliette Adams was living a somewhat simple life, with one parent gone. Was. Until he showed up. He ruined her, ruined her life. But she couldn't let him go, no matter what he did.
