A MAGICAL REVENGE [ A BTS FF ]

A MAGICAL REVENGE [ A BTS FF ]

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Last published Sat, Jun 5, 2021

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What happens when suddenly a sweet gesture of sending a gift to you from your lover turns into a tragic incident of hurt, pain, loss and betrayal? What happens when meeting a stranger in the deepest part of the woods while crying your heart out turns into something so beautiful that you always want to treasure it? What happens when after all these years of hiding and planning you are finally ready to take your revenge from the cause of your pain with your newly found companions beside you? What happens when a tragic moment brings about so much chaos and turn of events? What happens when in the sudden moment of truth your heart breaks down into a hundred million pieces? Want to know the answer? Then buckle up your seat belts cause this is going to be a bumpy ride.. AUTHOR'S NOTE: I hope you all like this story and support me as this is the first time I'm writing a story on Wattpad or any other site and I'd be forever grateful for your support and understanding. Thank you Your dearest @_phobos_major_

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Another tear fell from his eyes, rolling down the constellations on his freckle-dusted cheeks to add to the small puddles at his feet. Those eyes, the beautiful hazel eyes that I had fallen in love with, were empty of their stars. As his breath hitched on another sob and he bit his trembling lower lip, I realized that I had done that to him; I had stripped his eyes of the stars that sparkled in them whenever he saw me, I had ruined what he felt - what we both felt towards each other. I had hurt him, and I wanted so badly to tell him why. I wanted to tell him everything, but that would hurt him even more. That would 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺 him. So I had to leave it at that. A broken promise. A broken heart. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 heart, which he so willingly gave to me that night on the rooftop - no, even before that, the night on top of the Ferris Wheel, when we thought we were on top of the world. He raked a shaking hand through his hair as his body, vulnerable, trembling as he sobbed, slid down the wall to sit on the floor. Giving me his heart was a mistake, and as I gazed down at the broken pieces shattered on the floor around me, I knew it wasn't because he was naive, too sweet, too easily trusting. I knew it was a mistake because of 𝘮𝘦.

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