He dared to break her walls and succeeded, but shit happens. "You said you liked storms, so I fucking let you in! " She said, crying. Not minding the rain. "Turns out you can only handle a little fucking rain!" Her throat hurts because she's shouting and the pain in her heart was unbearable. "You fucking knew I was a hurricane. You fucking knew it." She whispered and then she looked into his eyes, accepting the truth; it can't be fixed anymore. It's really over. "Good bye, Jo." I shoudn't have let you in. I should have trusted my instinct . -Hurri Bernice MarquezAll Rights Reserved
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