How Love Works

How Love Works

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"William!" Emma yelled, tears threatening to run down her face, "I know how it feels. I know exactly what it's like to cry in the shower so no one could hear me. To wait for everyone to fall asleep so I could fucking fall apart. For everything to hurt so bad; for my anxiety to get so bad, that I just want to end it all. So don't you dare tell me I don't know real pain, because I know exactly how it feels." Will walked up to her and wiped the solitary tear that escaped down her cheek with his thumb; cupping her face that was currently looking down at her twiddling fingers. Emma did that when she needed to keep her anxiety at bay. "I just don't want to be hurt again." Emma said, her voice so soft, so fragile as she found the strength to look up at Will's chocolate brown eyes. A sad smile touched his face for a brief second, "would you believe me if I said; neither do I." ************************************ Emmillia Vasquez had high expectations when it came to love and it connected to romance and happiness. William Morgan knew love and it connected to betrayal and pain. You'd think these two would meet; she'd 'fix' him and they'd have a happily ever after, right? Well, that's not exactly how life works, now does it. Life and love isn't that cliche. We were taught to expect the unexpected, yet neither of them expected that they would actually fall in love. Will one stupid bet, one foolish mistake, ruin something genuinely real. Love is messy and painful, it hurts and leaves scars, love is simple yet complicated but love is worth it; because love is love. He wants freedom with stability and she wants that perfect partner in crime, little do they know, they only need each other. So just how does this thing called 'love', really work? -Halee Roe❤ ©Copyright 2018 by Leah La Borde Mature - Includes strong language, sexual content, and topics that may be too sensitive for young readers. Please be advised and read at your own risk.
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Hughie Biggs. The love of my bloody life. The fella I swore I'd grow old with, get a ring on my finger from, have the big church wedding, the lot. I used to lie awake at night and picture his hand in mine, picture his laugh bouncing off the walls of our kitchen. Back then, I didn't have the faintest clue about the way the world could chew you up and spit you out. I remember us when we were younger, before everything went sour. When Caoimhe was still alive, when her laugh could still fill a room. When I still had friends-real ones, the kind you'd sit on the green with till it got dark, passing a bag of crisps around, talking rubbish and thinking it meant the world. Back then, we were untouchable, or so we thought. But nothing lasts, does it? Not love, not family, not even friendship. Everything rots eventually, like fruit left out too long. Secrets crawl their way to the surface no matter how deep you bury them, and when they do, they choke you. That's what happened to me. That's what happened to Hughie. The truth came crawling, and it ruined everything. So I've made up my mind. I can't stay here, not in this cursed town, not walking the same streets where his hand used to brush mine, where Caoimhe used to skip beside me, where I laughed like I actually believed in tomorrow. It's all poisoned now. Every corner, every memory, every face that looks at me like they know more than they should. I'm leaving. For good this time. I'll pack a bag, take nothing but what I can carry, and I'll vanish before anyone can stop me. No goodbyes, no explanations. Just gone. Because the truth is, there's nothing left here for me anymore-only ghosts, and I've had enough of them to last me a lifetime.

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