"When I found out he had been with someone else while trying to be with me, as dark as it seems, I'm never one to lie about how I feel... I wanted him dead. I would rather see him dead than with someone else. But when I saw what he had done, publishing those things -- the things he promised he would keep between us, I wanted him alive."
Everyone was staring at her intensely. As uncomfortable as she had grown, getting this deep and thorough into the topic John had brought up, she couldn't stop the word vomit. She meant every word. She would practice it in the mirror when she was alone and she would cry it on the bathroom floor while she would bathe. She meant it - every word.
"Alive because there is nothing worse than being forced to live while you are down. There is nothing worse than being forced to pretend everything is okay when you feel like everything is falling apart around you and you're breathing as if one of your lungs had collapsed. I wanted him alive to feel the pain, to feel the burdens that life had to offer because after everything he had done, death was too easy, too peaceful."
She looked John in the eyes, and there was pity in them, but something else. A sort of... fear. "Belle... I'm so sorry about what happened to you. I'm so sorry that he invaded your trust like that." He grabbed her hand and squeezed. "Everyone here tonight only wishes you the best.
She disregarded what he said and continued, still feeling the emotion climbing up her throat, "Max doesn't deserve peace. There is no peace for people like him. I'm barely finding mine."
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Paparazzi Boy
RandomAnabelle "Belle" Jones was supposed to be a brief project for Max Harrington - the son of the great Oscar-award winning Hollywood actor. Keeping his identity a secret has been a hassle for Max his whole life, in order to avoid the life both his moth...
