14 partes Concluida "Bless me with your sweet words, I undeservingly cherish."
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I am my own undoing.
I am my own worst nightmare.
Glare and sneer all you wish, I've seen many others do much worse.
They told me to look in the mirror, see myself as the world sees me. I saw a monster, he saw a broken girl. But that's the thing about broken things, it takes not only time, but patience, effort and hope to mend them.
The broken can't be mended if they don't want to be.
But that's the thing you see, the numbness I felt to the world was comforting, I couldn't be hurt anymore. I didn't want to mend.
I thought my heart had dealt all it could, that anymore emotions would kill me. But that numbness, that empty void that had no fear, joy, love or hatred, it was killing me, slowly.
A/N
Sequel to 'Call Me Six'.
WARNING: I do not edit my chapters because I have no time; they are written and posted in the brief intervals of my chaotic life. Expect grammar and spelling errors.
This story revolves around the complications of teenage love, sex and slut shaming. This is not supposed to be taken offensively - quite the opposite actually.
