Desire
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"Choose one, her or what u desire the most" my best freind said. I want both, both are my life the desire to have them both together is messing with my mind. But I can't let this opportunity slip from my hands I know what I wants. What I desires the most.
"You know what I am going to choose" I said with no emotion.
"I can't belive your going to choose that over her. I thought you loved her" maybe I do I don't know but love don't give you anything just weakness. So it's better choose useful thing then the other which only leads you to you're own destruction.
"I never said I loved her. You know i don't do this bullshit. The time we spend together is nothing compared to what I'm going to get from this. I dont want her." deep down I know I am lieing to myself, it is hurting me but I can't let this damn weakness get to me. It's not what I planed.
"You're going to regret this decision"
"Stop arguing with me. It's my decision I do whatever I please. Don't forget I am you're boss" I gritted my teeths in anger
"Okay boss" he said with a cold voice but I don't give a damn fuck what he thinks about me.
I will get what I want if it means leaving her I'm good with that before she comes too close and ruin everything. It's better if she stays out of my way.
What will win his desire for her or the desire for power ? To find that out I suggest you to read. If you are come so far give it a try and read it!!!
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