Philophobia - z•m
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Ongoing6m
Last published Tue, May 6, 2014
Philophobia- the fear of loving " I will always love you no matter what what, you know that right?" he asked. I nodded my head as I could feel the tension in the room as the sweat dripped down my forehead. We have been running, running for years for what we had done. Zayn looked at me just as the officer came in and sat down, he looked away. I looked at him and he nodded. I took a deep breath. It was time for our side of the story and that was exactly what I was going to do, I was going to tell what had happened that night, wether they like it or not.
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