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Ongoing, First published Sep 14, 2014
2 years back "Who the hell are you to treat me like this?!" I snapped. "Oh, feisty now?" he said with a smirk. I'd kill to wipe that smirk off his freaking face. Damn. "Shut up," I said. I better leave before my eyesight turn black. I would not want to see my face on TV, wanted. "Oh, a little girl could be that bad?" he snatched my right arm with his left hand and snaked his other arm on my waist. His right hand found my small ones and held it tight. "I would never let you go. Not now. Not ever." Right. That was the last thing he said. Two days later, he went off. He went off and left me. Alone. Was that the way of not letting me go? Like, ever? Oh, please, he has got to be more than that. Right? But at the end of the day, it's his loss. Not mine. But, why do I feel like I am the one suffering so much? *** @hopelesslyrandom17All Rights Reserved
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