Somewhere in my mind, this just didn't feel right. He wouldn't do that to me, would he? No, He wouldn't. Maybe I'm just holding onto a little piece of hope, that he wouldn't. But there isn't much hope, even in my dreams.
I wake with a start, along with a little bit of a cold sweat. The same dream for years. Only one problem, it isn't a dream, i'm only re-living that day in my sleep, when I can't block it out.
I was 10, when I realized that he wasn't coming back. He had left, moved on, and he was never coming to find me. Never coming to take me with him. I hadn't moved from my bed. I wasn't fine. I never have been, regardless as to what I might say.
The day that changed my life forever, and of course I couldn't change that, but I can stay collected, and try to act like it never happened, after all, that's what i'm expected to do.
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Darcy Anne Styles *UNDER EDITING*
FanfictionShe Was Lost, Maybe Just Starting To Recover, But Nobody Could Tell. He Had Broken Her, And He Had Watched As She Crumbled. He Was Broken, He Knew He Caused Her Pain, He Could See Her On The Magazines, Looking Broken, And To Far To Even Hope To Heal...
