These tears I cry, are for you {completed}

A short story filled with heartbreak, hurt and want.

Love is a dangerous game.

Heart break. It messes with you and destroys you.

You won't be able to sleep or feel happiness for months on end.

But you'll pick yourself back up.

And when you do. The other person will start to feel how you did in the beginning.

But when it gets to that stage. Make sure you pour vinegar in their stab wounds