Another life time (based on a true story)

Another life time (based on a true story)

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MatureOngoing<5 mins

Last published Wed, Aug 31, 2022

childhoodsweethearts maturelanguage maturethemes paralleluniverse reallife

"I'm done" I stared blankly at the dark sky, taking a deep, cold breath. It was the first time I said it out loud and meant it. I could finally see the stars for the first time in weeks, it was as if the universe sympathized and clouded up in response to my thundering chest. "I am tired of trying to get your attention, I can't continue forcing this relationship anymore. Because that's what it is, isn't it? Forced. Forced on my part because you don't love me anymore and you feel too bad to tell me so instead you write it all over your face and wait until I finally, finally get the message-". I looked up at him, my face crumbling in anger as I saw his expression, his stupid face, I hated him in this moment. I hated how he looked down at me in pity, like a sad puppy. I looked away, I couldn't stand see him watch me with that expression. "-But the sad thing is I tried so hard to get you to love me because you are everything I ever wanted. I made you into the person you are for me, for us... But I am done. You win, I officially have nothing else to offer you."

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