Loving The Broken
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"Why are you doing this," I whispered for only him to hear. His cold, shaky hands cupping my face.
"Because I love you." The way he said it, with so much honesty and love; pissed me off.
I reached forward, grabbed the front of his t-shirt, and pulled him closer to me. He smiled, and that's when I knew: I had to do this. Yeah, it'll hurt him, but letting him continue loving me, will be hurting him more. So I pulled his face towards mine and whispered in his ear, "You can't love the unlovable. Sorry, Dylan. Better luck next time." With that said, I left; with a single tear streaming down my face, and my now broken heart, shattered on the floor behind me. But did I stop walking? No. I'm too broken to be loved. I've accepted it. So why can't he?
I'm Jade Matthews. I'm the quiet girl at school; but I always have a smile plastered on my face. A fake smile, of course. My sarcasm, bulletproof bullshit, stubbornness, and tumblr quotes get me through the day, barely. I'm a pro at making people believe that I'm fine, which comes in handy. I have a secret, though, that nobody knows. And I was planning on keeping it that way; that is, until Dylan Hayes, super hot bad boy, came into the picture. My picture. Now I just can't seem to get him out of it.. and trust me, I've tried to.
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