Wasted [UNEDITED VERSION]

Wasted [UNEDITED VERSION]

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Wasted. That's what she was. All her efforts to have a happy ending were for nothing. Lydia Scott had given up a while ago. She had been betrayed by her best friend and lover. Through glimpses of memories, we see her past, which is the thing that left her with all her bitter aches and scars. All her efforts were wasted. She is now known as the Witch. When her ex-lover shows up at her door, begging for a child, what will happen? ------------------------------------------------------------- "Do you know how it feels," Lydia spat. "To have everything, and then nothing? To give your heart to someone after it has been shattered by aching for the normal childhood you could never have? And then he says he loves you and a year later comes to you and says 'I choose your best friend over you'? Do you know how much that hurts? It hurts like hell, Emma."
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Loving him was the cruelest kind of torment-a love that lived in the shadows, one that could never bask in the warmth of the sun. I was nothing more than a stolen moment, a whispered name in the dark, a secret he tucked away between the life he had built and the one he wished he could have. I knew, deep down, that I was a fracture in his story, a fleeting escape from the weight of his reality. And yet, I still clung to him, to the illusion that for a few precious hours, he was mine. But the truth was relentless-it came in the form of unanswered texts, in the way he dressed hurriedly after loving me, in the way he said her name with the same tenderness he once gave me. I had given him my heart, knowing he would never be able to keep it, and yet, I loved him still. Loved him as I watched him walk away, loved him as he returned to the arms of the woman he truly belonged to, loved him as I drowned in the loneliness he left behind. Because no matter how much I wished it to be different, I was not his home-I was just a place he visited before going back to where his heart truly lived.

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