promise me? (A Why Dont We And magcon fanfiction ) DISCONTINUED FOR NOW
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  • Reads 1,152
  • Votes 73
  • Parts 44
  • Time 1h 51m
Ongoing, First published Jul 15, 2017
Mature
I faked my death to get away from my old foster family. The abuse.. the jabs at my feelings, the hatred thrown at me and shoved down my throat everyday was too much. far too much. There's only so much torment a human being can withstand. I had to leave. During my change, during my journey through my new life, I met people. People who picked me up and made me feel beautiful again. This is my story, will you read it?
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58 parts Complete Mature

*Strong Language* "there are three words I roll over and over in my mouth, they have a terrible taste and smell of heartache but I can't seem to spit them out . They just continue to burn. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you." I said softly "I can fix this" I shook my head at his response "you fool me each and every time into thinking you care. That maybe this time we could be the perfect pair but then you open my message and don't reply and leave me just wondering why I'm incapable of love" He went to say something but I didn't give him a chance "how terribly tragic is it that someone's heart can be so shattered that they no longer even find the beauty in existing" by this time he had dropped to the floor on his knees with tears spilling out of his eyes "that they rather just endure the split second pain of a bullet wound to release a lifetime of aching in their soul" "we can try again, I love you isn't that enough?!" he pleaded "the history of us has already faded. There are a few witnesses left able to recall. Yet it is still vivid in my mind. The touch of you, the taste of you, the colours of your soul"