Being Controlled

Being Controlled

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Rewriting chapters, excuse all uncaught mistakes. ___________________________ I wish he told me how lonely he was in the inside. How cold and harsh it was in his pure, white heart. Everywhere he goes there is conflict and unkindness trying to be solved. I believe he has seen hell and it's white, it's a pure snow-white hell. He had a haunting past that none of the people dare to speak about when I ask and every human breathing seemed to fear him. Somehow I didn't fear the strong, pessimistic crystal eyes evoking a blazing fire and the sculpted face of a Roman-God. I didn't flinch when he neared my body with only anger radiating off of him. I didn't shiver in horror when he would roar at me bloody murder, okay sometimes I did but he was scary. This chaos of a life all started when the traditions of the two families, the James and the Parkers had to be passed on by two individuals tied in a rope. I was an Athenian Heiress that wanted to experience love from beginning and he was someone who never wanted to be in love. An arranged marriage was decided upon us because of the common ways of life we shared and to believe fate and destiny were true. Then our past connected in a way, and after that nothing was the same. The blanket of lies uncovers and reveals secrets hidden so far deep. Then this force would always draw his image in my head but I knew he couldn't be the one because pure hatred was always visible in his mysterious eyes towards me. I soon as well started to hate him with every fiber living back, but I was a female who had these things men seemed to lack called hormones. But knew his secret though, his cold-betrayed self shielded all people from getting close to him because he was hurt and denounced before.
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