Broken Promises

Broken Promises

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Mar 13, 2022
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Fiction
Mystery
Am I crazy ? Or am In love ? Is this real or is this all a fantasy I promise to never let go Overcome the thoughts in my head, But is it fair to make such a promises as that When I know these thoughts can overcome me Ruining everything I ever wanted Am I monster for just wanting love.. ___ This story is all fiction I hope you enjoy this story:) It won't be so perfect because I just randomly started typing at 3 in the morning, so I am sorry if there's any errors, we'll have a good day loves <3 ' thank you for reading this story :) 03/13/22
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They say when you fall in love, there's no denying it. Falling in love is the most special thing in the world, because standing before you is the one you're meant to spend the rest of your life with. Once, I did believe that, with everything of my very being. It was incredible, undeniable as had once been said. Our wedding was so beautiful, touching some would say. I'd never seen a man cry before that day. Then things changed. I lost feeling as I became trapped, unable to pull from the web surrounding me. I would scream, yet nobody heard a thing. Cry, yet nothing changed. Fight, but I always lost. "Say you love me." I remember telling him. He would always say he did, then the beatings started again and I was back in a cycle of torment and pain. I had given up completely. Then one night, things changed. A miracle some would say, as the monster before me was no more. The car wreck had saved me. The memories and nightmares would still haunt me though. Overtime I tried to be happy, but his face, his hands, his spit, all the memories kept coming back. I never thought I'd be able to get away. I lost all belief in love and beauty. All I saw was destruction as I locked myself away from the pain waiting to creep back in. I spoke of this to nobody, and with that meant I stopped speaking all together. I shoved those who cared away, because I was scared. I'm still scared, but yet again, things changed.

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