Clicheyetnotcliche Stories

I let out a shaky sigh as I try to compose myself in front of the man who I gave my heart to. His eyes were filled with concern and ache as the rest of them hung their heads in shame. He reached for me and I let him. He placed his hand on my cheek, his thumb wiping away the tears that stained my reddened cheeks. He places a soft kiss on my forehead as a small smile graces his sculpted face. I understand now. Although, he may love me. I will never be enough. I stare at the handsome god-like man before me. It's time to finish what they started. A/N This has mature content! You have been warned! (THIS HAS NOT BEEN EDITED) By the way this kinda makes fun of cliche stories, cringe away...