Beyond The Lies

Beyond The Lies

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Bella, a seventeen year old girl is in for a lot of drama as her life takes an abrupt twist when he finally comes back. Will she be able to avoid him and his pestering ways or will she forget about the past and fall in love all over again? "I thought I told you to stay away from me?" I yell at him. I mean, who the fuck does he think he is? He left me and then he just waltz back in and he thinks I'll just forgive him or just let it slip. If that's what's going through his head, then he is in for a fucking surprise. Just leave me alone. His widened eye makes me realise I may have said that aloud. "Great! I was going to tell you anyways." I glare at him. He stays quiet. "I love you." He finally said. His voice was so low that I almost felt sorry for him. Almost. I look at him with a blank and cold expression, completely void of emotion. "That's none of my business." I say. So coldly that I'm even shocked at myself. I walked away after repeating the exact same words he said to me three years ago. He said that to me three years ago before walking away leaving me in a complete mess. But now, the tables are turned now, aren't they? I smirk as I leave him there in his train of thoughts.
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