I never expected that you were a traitor

I never expected that you were a traitor

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WpMetadataNoticeUltima pubblicazione sab, nov 1, 2025
🔞WARNING 🔞 This is not for children and sensitive public ! This is inspired by real life events. It's a story of three best friends (Elliott, Raphaël and Kaede) but never they know someone would betrayed them. English is not my first language so if I do mistakes please correct me and don't hate for that. Have a good reading ! ~Wasaky not AI Here all the TRIGGERS WARNINGS if you need but if you don't want to get SPOIL skip this part !! TRIGGERS WARNINGS: This story will have mention of Self harm, Suicide, betrayed, bullies, have mention of inappropriate touching, lost hope and anorexia
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Loving him was the cruelest kind of torment-a love that lived in the shadows, one that could never bask in the warmth of the sun. I was nothing more than a stolen moment, a whispered name in the dark, a secret he tucked away between the life he had built and the one he wished he could have. I knew, deep down, that I was a fracture in his story, a fleeting escape from the weight of his reality. And yet, I still clung to him, to the illusion that for a few precious hours, he was mine. But the truth was relentless-it came in the form of unanswered texts, in the way he dressed hurriedly after loving me, in the way he said her name with the same tenderness he once gave me. I had given him my heart, knowing he would never be able to keep it, and yet, I loved him still. Loved him as I watched him walk away, loved him as he returned to the arms of the woman he truly belonged to, loved him as I drowned in the loneliness he left behind. Because no matter how much I wished it to be different, I was not his home-I was just a place he visited before going back to where his heart truly lived.

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