Onemillion Stories

She never really knew what heartbreak felt like until she looked at the petite brunette sitting comfortably on his lap, with his muscular tattooed arms around her slender frame. Because in her head it was always him and her. There was no other person in between- so how did she land herself in a position where she was the third person getting her heart slowly shattered as the boy of her dreams sat casually, clasping another girl's hand and easily forgetting the promises they had? *** /CAN ONLY BE READ IF YOU'VE READ THE SHORT SCENE- STORY on my account called NOT MINE ANYMORE(before the accident)/ if you don't read that(it's like a few chapters long) the main book will make no sense:) ***

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