What is he hiding?...
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  • Reads 6,358
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  • Parts 19
  • Time 3h 6m
Ongoing, First published Jul 20, 2012
Why would you do this to me? What have i done to you? ; When i met him that day of Summer i never expected him to change my whole life. I never expected him to be who he turned to be. I wanted to hate him , but how? how could you hate someone you can't be apart for more than two days? Apart from someone that have changed you in so many ways. God , i hate myself for not hating him. I want to die.
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His mistress

35 parts Complete

Loving him was the cruelest kind of torment-a love that lived in the shadows, one that could never bask in the warmth of the sun. I was nothing more than a stolen moment, a whispered name in the dark, a secret he tucked away between the life he had built and the one he wished he could have. I knew, deep down, that I was a fracture in his story, a fleeting escape from the weight of his reality. And yet, I still clung to him, to the illusion that for a few precious hours, he was mine. But the truth was relentless-it came in the form of unanswered texts, in the way he dressed hurriedly after loving me, in the way he said her name with the same tenderness he once gave me. I had given him my heart, knowing he would never be able to keep it, and yet, I loved him still. Loved him as I watched him walk away, loved him as he returned to the arms of the woman he truly belonged to, loved him as I drowned in the loneliness he left behind. Because no matter how much I wished it to be different, I was not his home-I was just a place he visited before going back to where his heart truly lived.