Trust No One
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Last published Thu, Jun 11, 2020
"Any siblings?"
"One, died when I was 11"
"Oh wow I'm sor-" He cuts himself off knowing I don't like that word.
You mentioned that your parents died. If you don't me asking, what happened?" He continues,
"It's alright. They died in a car crash along with my sister."
"Any close friends?"
"Have one or two but you know what happened"
"Who do you have then?"
Looking at the boy in front of me as fresh tears slowly run down my face, I take a deep breath as I choose my words wisely.
"Honestly I have no one, and can never really trust anyone. Almost every single person I've ever loved has left my life one way or another breaking my heart."
Looking directly at me with those piercing blue eyes he slowly moves towards me till were inches apart.
"I'll never leave you Jamie because I don't ever plan on breaking your heart" He whispers back leaving me stunned.
*STORY IN THE PROCESS OF BEING RE-WRITTEN*
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