Players War (#Wattys2015 )

Players War (#Wattys2015 )

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"I'm suffering I'm dying I'm wrecked , and I wont even dream of revenge all I store for you is love and admiration " those words coming out of Issac's mouth made me Shriver I started to heat up feeling my cheeks getting a shade of light pink , he said those words with such a pained expression etched on his face that made my heart twist , I felt a tear go down my cheek and like a reflex action his hand went to my cheek to wipe the tear away He looked me in the eyes and continued " I love you , no I need you " he ran his hand through his hair frustrated and lost for words. "How to reach you ? tell me ..I will do anything, anything you want, I will do my best to make you happy , I need to make you happy to even have a shot at being happy" and just like that the guilt stroke me hard , What have I done ? I PLAYED THE PLAYER
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I sat in the library. There was not a single person in sight. There was just complete, suffocating silence. Then the silence shattered when I heard loud footsteps. Each step got louder and louder. I looked up and saw . . . Max. He stood right before of me. His hair held in a slick quiff and his beautiful lips curved in a grin. My heart started to beat rapidly. I watched him hopelessly as he bent down, towards me, near me. His face inches away from me. I could feel his cold breath on my face. "You still love me, don't you?" He asked in his deep voice. The answer was yes, I did love him. . . but I can't tell him that. I don't want him to repeat all the things he did to me. I don't want him to make me cry for hours. But will he love me for real this time if I forgive him? If I don't forgive him, will I ever forget him? Will I ever be able to give love a second chance? "Okay, I admit that the description was horrendous. But please don't let the description prevent you from reading this, please give this story a try. Please?"

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