You Let Me Love

You Let Me Love

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I struggle with love. It brings me guilt and pain because why should I be able to love when I should be dead. I should have died the same day my parents did, but because of some miracle, I'm alive. I hate myself every signal day for that. Silly right? You should be happy you're alive. No. Not happy. I'm mad. The only other person I ever loved was my ex. But when he said "I love you", I ran away. Because I couldn't bear the pain I felt from hearing those words. So after that day, I swore to stay away from any type of love and feelings of happiness. I spend my days crying out my pain and studying until I fall asleep. It's an endless cycle. Honestly, I think I overwork myself, but if it keeps my thoughts away and makes me forget I'll do it. The pain and guilt I feel make me believe I'm unlucky. Unlucky because I'm alive. Unlucky because I don't have a caring family. Unlucky because I'm used as someone's outlet. Unlucky because I can't feel normal without feeling that pain or guilt first. Then comes along Anzai, arrogant, smart, tough, soft, and every little thing he does he makes me feel wanted. For the first time in my life, I don't want to run away. But when the guilt kicks in I don't know what to do. Can he deal with my past? Can he deal with my pain? How do I finally expect love? What will he do if I make the wrong choice in the end?
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"𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫." [Slow update] They say love feels like sunlight after winter. But no one warns you - sometimes, it burns. Sometimes, it scars. I never asked for obsession, for manipulation, or for love that feels like poison. He came like wildfire - raw, relentless, unapologetic. My first. My beautiful mistake. He was dangerous in the most beautiful way. Gentle with me, brutal with the world. Every moment with him was comfort laced with chaos. His love? Honey laced with venom - sweet, addicting, and lethal. He didn't cross lines. He erased them. In his madness, I mistook devotion. In cruelty, I saw protection. How do you run from someone who'd bleed to keep you breathing? He saw the cracks no one else noticed. Whispered promises in the dark. And a part of me clung to them. In his arms, the world ceased to exist. But the next storm didn't come with fire. It came in silence. He arrived like a shadow - watching, waiting, suffocating. He didn't touch me - not yet. But I felt him, like smoke in my lungs. He studied me. Then he moved. And when he did, everything changed. He didn't want to love me. He wanted to rewrite me. His silence screamed louder than words. He wanted me to destroy myself for him. Now, I'm torn between two kinds of insanity: One who would ruin the world to protect me. Another who would ruin me to make me his world. And I can't tell the difference anymore. They circle me like wolves, each calling it love. But love was never meant to feel like this. Was it? I used to believe love was a gift. Now I know - it's a gamble. A bloody one. And in this game of obsession and betrayal, I'm no longer sure who the real villain is. Because when both players would kill you for love... What does that make you?

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