He helped me. He saved me. He left. I haven't seen him in years. Not since he saved me from one of the infected. I thought about him sometimes. I thought about how he had saved me on that first day. I thought about where he could be now. Was he even still alive? Would I ever be able to thank him properly? I doubted it...
But I know I can't be that for him. Because every time he looks at me, I'm never gonna be home for him. I'll always be someone who reminds him of what he did. And to make sure I don't do that, I have to leave. As long as he no longer feels guilty and have to carry the burden, I'll pretend as if everything was a dr...
There was nothing that couldn't stop this guilt that was eating her alive.... Or so she thought.
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"There is a little bit of devil in her angel eyes." [Book 1] // © 2014 Qveendom. All Rights Reserved. || Editor: @lola7909 || Highest Rank #1 in fanfiction
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