We do and we don't [ghost fanfic]
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  • LECTURAS 11
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  • Partes 1
  • Hora 5m
Continúa, Has publicado dic 18, 2022
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We were on opposite sides, our love was forbidden like most but our story is different. We bloomed into something made up of toxicity, and hatred but also unbreakable love, unconditional love at that. 

	this is my side of our story, the most truthful side. His side of the story was complete bullshit, he made me into a monster. Though it is his side of the story, his side was full of lies, lies that made me out to be the bad guy, but he was the true monster. He is manipulative, a narcissistic, he is the reason I'm sitting here writing this.


	His name is Simon god damn Riley, more likely known as Ghost.


	I was born on the 12 of may, 1992. My mother named me Thanatos Nash . I am a girl, who's mother named me In Greek mythology, Thanatos meaning 'Death'. My mother thought i brought death to people because when my mothers water broke, my father died. Had a heart attack. But she was just a junky and hated how i reminded her of herself. 


	My mother had it coming though, she was a drug addicted, abusive, had bipolar and was a narcissist.


					But anyway, this is mine and Simons story as i remember it.
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