Amor o desquite.

Amor o desquite.

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- ¿Realmente me amas? O solo soy tu desquite. Respóndeme, Mark. -El silencio que siguió fue suficiente para confirmar lo que se temía. -Entiendo. Espero nunca volver a verte y que te pudras por haber sido tan cruel conmigo. -se dio la vuelta para salir del departamento del alfa, no podía seguir ahí. -Nos vemos pronto Haechan. -Le gritó divertido. -Siempre vuelves corazón. -Le recordó mientras cerraba la puerta al omega. Uno jamás espera que la persona de la cual estás enamorado desde la secundaria sea capaz de jugar contigo de una forma tan cruel a medida que pasa el tiempo y sus mentes y cuerpos maduran. Uno nunca espera tener que cuidar su corazón después de crueles ilusiones que sólo tú viste o que te hicieron creer.
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She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

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