𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝙎𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 | 𝙃.𝙃. ,, 𝙇.𝙁. ✶

━━━━ "𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘢..."

Another tear fell from his eyes, rolling down the constellations on his freckle-dusted cheeks to add to the small puddles at his feet. Those eyes, the beautiful hazel eyes that I had fallen in love with, were empty of their stars. As his breath hitched on another sob and he bit his trembling lower lip, I realized that I had done that to him; I had stripped his eyes of the stars that sparkled in them whenever he saw me, I had ruined what he felt - what we both felt towards each other.

I had hurt him, and I wanted so badly to tell him why. I wanted to tell him everything, but that would hurt him even more. That would 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺 him.
So I had to leave it at that.

A broken promise.
A broken heart.

𝘏𝘪𝘴 heart, which he so willingly gave to me that night on the rooftop - no, even before that, the night on top of the Ferris Wheel, when we thought we were on top of the world.

He raked a shaking hand through his hair as his body, vulnerable, trembling as he sobbed, slid down the wall to sit on the floor.

Giving me his heart was a mistake, and as I gazed down at the broken pieces shattered on the floor around me, I knew it wasn't a mistake because he was naive, too sweet, too easily trusting.

I knew it was a mistake because of 𝘮𝘦.

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