"𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗹, 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗯𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀, 𝘀𝗼 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝘂𝗽 𝗳𝗮𝘀𝘁."
Mattia walked to his bathroom and got into a cabinet.
He pulled out his razor blade and looked at his wrist.
He held his wrist over the sink and cut into his arm carelessly, watching the blood trickle down his arm and into the sink.
He cut deeper, hoping to end it.
But wasn't he here to suffer?
After he had cut up a pretty good amount of his right wrist he moved onto his left.
He cut into this one lightly, knowing he didn't bleed a lot on his left wrist so all of the cuts would be pointless.
He cried silently.
Not because it hurt him physically.
But because it hurt him mentally.
Alejandro was messing with his mind, making him feel worthless.
Two times.
Two times he has cheated on you, Mattia.
You're no good for him.
He doesn't need you.
He never did.
You're so fucking worthless and the only thing he ever liked you for was sex.
Get over it.
He didn't stop cutting into his arm.
He couldn't even feel pain anymore.
He felt nothing.
Only saw.
His head was spinning and he finally felt something.
The urge to just.. let go.
And that's what he did.
You win, Alejandro.
You win.
"𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗴𝗼, 𝘀𝗼 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝗿𝗼𝘁."
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A/N: I actually really enjoyed writing this book.. like really enjoyed it. I think in the future this is how most of my books will be. This book was very interesting to write. Thank you for 690+ reads on this book, by the way. I'm sad to see this book end but that means I'll have time for a new book, now.
