Before him

Before him

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I never imagined I'd ever fall for the leather loving bad boy. It was always so cliche. I meant don't get me wrong every girl has that fantasy that a bad boy will be good just for her but I never imagined it was real. Let alone that I would fall for the "brooding bastard that is cassian james". However lies are what break us and trust is what relationships are built on so if there isn't honesty? If there isn't trust? Is it worth it? Was it worth it? Knowing him made me question everything loving him made the uncertainty feel like home. Beauty comes in all shapes and sizes along with darkness. And though he was darkness he was beautiful.
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