Pretty Little Poison

Pretty Little Poison

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Chase Bekket. Yes he may have the body of a Greek god but I could never love him. He has always been there with his indifference and the coldness and I couldn't hate it more. I could never love the likes of him. I am not to be another notch on his belt nor another trophy he collects and brags about. Chase could never love. Especially not me.. Rory Nicole. My little brother's best friend. The girl he has been pining for since grade school. She is the epitome of perfect. With the mind of a genius and the body of a model she is the utter meaning of perfection. But she can never be mine. I know my brother has loved Rory since we were young and quite frankly I have too. But if he were ever to know I yearn for her love as much as he does it would shatter his heart into peices. So I'll spend my life never showing Rory my love for anyone. She shall never know I yearn for her love so much it tears apart at my utter being. "Chase you could never love who are you trying to kid?" "I've been in love once." "With who? Your reflection?" "No princess actually she was perfect." "And who might she be?" "You."
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تحتُّ الركام أصواتٌ انقطع أنينها ودقاتٌ توقف نبضها فرحةً لم تكتمل وأحلامٌ أجهضت قبل المخاض تحتُ الركام قصصٌ لم تكتب لها النهاية وحكاياتٌ رحل من كان يرويها ألعابٌ لطخت بدماء الأطفال تحتُ الركام أسماءٌ تساقطت من السجلّ المدني مثل تساقط الأوراق من الأشجار فأصبحت في سماء النسيان تحتٌ الركام وجوهٌ تغيرت ملامحها فأنكرها الزمان والمكان فشيعت أجسادهم لمقابرٍ في الجنان تحت الركام ارتجف الأطفال خوفًا فغادروا الحياة ولم يجدوا الأمان وصايا خُطت بحبرٍ من الخذلان وأمنياتٌ غادرت عالم الخيال تحت الركام حيث يشهد الظلم والقهر

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