A month dragged on. Pain, misery, guilt, millions of things rushed through my head. I was bed ridden for a week or so and the scars of an IV were left on my inner arm. He ran through my thoughts all day and all night. Dreams of him would occur, dark, dreadful dreams. I would awake in the cold night; sweat beading off my fore head, gasping for air. I had to talk to him. My life was turning into a living hell. I grabbed my laptop and flipped it open. The light flashed in my eyes, minding me it was 3:45 in the morning. My Skype popped up and there was his name, cold and taunting as ever.
After a long period of isolation, I finally got the balls to send him a message.
*listen, I know I’m the last person you want to talk to. I hurt you, I put you through hell and I risked your freedom for my happiness. But that’s what love does. It makes everything go crazy. I got so absorbed into you that I didn’t realize how much you were doing for me. I miss you. I miss you more than anything in the world, and I know you won’t take me back. But I still love you, and I always will. That’s a promise.*
After a long pause, one small tear streamed down my face. My mind was racing, what would he think, what he will say. Will he even answer?
* I miss you too.* Was all he said.
I didn’t know how to respond. He left me hanging. I shut my laptop and rolled back over. How did I ever get myself stuck in a situation like this? They say time is the greatest medicine, but in this case, time was the worst drug.
My eyes began to get heavy and my thoughts began to blur. I was in mid conscious state, when my phone vibrated loudly on the night stand next to me. I reached over and grabbed it, and typed in my password. The message popped up.
*I still Love you*.
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The Deadly Mistake
RomanceShe was an average girl who fell in love with an amazing guy. He was sweet, he was charming. He was illegally aged. The spiraling downfall of her life is supported by her own self harming habits, and the numbness it gives her, takes over her life.
