Brown skin, five foot three with curly hair, tattoos and piercings.
That's all I was to him. His flavor of the week you could say. But instead of the week I was the flavor that had the sickly sweet honey moon beginning. Ya know the beginning where he could manipulate me and eventually lock me in for six years. I was his flavor of the week on and off for six years.
You may be wondering why do I stay? Well honestly I can't answer that. I ask the gods that all of the time because I've just run out of questions to ask myself. Sometimes I like to blame it on the honey jar love spell that I made for my mother when I was a kid to get her to love me back. But I forgot that such a heavy spell had to be paid with an even heavier sacrifice. So because I didn't pay my debts back I'm left with this on going karmic cycle of toxic love.
Or maybe it's because my mother didn't love me enough so now I'm left trying to force someone else to love me because god knows I don't love myself.
So here I lay in this dark room under cold sheets just waiting for him to come back home to me whilst smelling like another woman. But no. He doesn't.
But I guess that's what I get for falling for tall white boys with drug addictions.
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RomanceAzula Valentine. She's a troubled woman in her twenties. Romano Catalano. An unhinged rich boy. Follow along with Azula as she tells the story of her and Romans relationship. As she shares both the good and the bad memories she can only think of way...
