Pining [H.E.S.]

Pining [H.E.S.]

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tw: abuse 'I was in love. I was entirely head over heels in love. In love with a girl who I couldn't get my hands on, no matter how hard I would try.' Harry was in love with his best friend Grace. But Grace was too busy being in love with someone else. Someone who doesn't even love her back. It killed Harry inside to see Grace pour her heart and soul into another man who didn't even seem to care. Harry couldn't live like that, pretending that everything was okay. Pretending that he wasn't falling apart inside every time he saw Grace with her boyfriend Ryan. Harry needed to tell Grace how he felt. But how could he tell the most important person in his life that he was in love with her, when those three words may be what tears them apart?
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I knew she was in trouble. I knew her life was nothing, but a train-wreck; A distaster waiting to explode. I knew she was in agony and I knew her soul consisted of haunting memories and malicious dreams of a man who once brought her immense torture. I knew she was hurting and that falling for her was the last thing I needed on my plate. But with each everlasting glance and with each passionate kiss, my heart never beat the same. Her essence was craved by my longing soul and nothing, even a psycho ex-boyfriend, could cease me from drowning in her eternal love. Every inch of my body flooded with lust for her touch. Every thought swarming around my head ached for her never ending affection. Every move and every word spoken involved the cherishing infatuation of her presence. I knew I would go through hell and back to make her mine and only mine. I wanted her. I needed her. I suspired nothing more than her latency and her body against mine. This was My Moment.

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