Heart, Please Be Strong (one-shot)

Heart, Please Be Strong (one-shot)

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I'm Emerald. Tristan calls me Em. But you know, I don't think it really matters what he calls me, or the fact that he's been my best friend for as long as I remember. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered because I was going to leave. I was going to leave him... he knew that. I didn't want to leave him of course, I didn't want to hurt him. If I could, I'd stay with him forever. But... my heart is weak. Leaving him isn't a choice, it's my fate. Well, at least that's what I believed. He didn't understand that I was ready. He couldn't understand that I was ready to die. Tristan's stubborn. He's always been stubborn and always will be. I love him. And I never wanted to say goodbye.
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Sometimes I feel as if I should receive an award for staying strong for so long. When it becomes almost habit to fake a smile everyday and to hardly ever cry no matter how awful I feel is tough. I make it through though. It's life. I feel like crying is a sign of weakness. I guess that's why I hardly ever cry in front of people or even alone for that matter. Only a few people can see the sorrow deep in my eyes. I hide it with laughter and a smile everyday. I'm good at hiding my true feelings and that's not always a good thing. I tend to bottle up my feelings until I burst. I either yell, scream, and fight or I just sit alone and cry for hours. I've only cracked to one person and she is my best friend. She's always been there for me and is like the little sister I never had, but always wanted. No one else has gotten through me yet. I don't know if anyone ever will either. Maybe someday ill find someone that can make my sorrow and pain go away. Maybe someday ill find someone who loves me for me. Maybe someday is sooner than I expect. Maybe it's right around the corner. Can she find love? Will that love be what she expects? Find out in The Bad Boy by bellebug23. Don't steal my story! This is 100% mine. If you find someone that stole it please report them to me after ranting them out and also reporting them! Thank you and enjoy:)*COMPLETED* ALL RIGHTS RESERVED @bellebug23©

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