Fading |MagCon & 5sos|

Fading |MagCon & 5sos|

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"W-why would you do this?" His voice held with anger and hurt. "I didn't think it would end up like this.. it was just supposed to be a job." I said tears now rolling down my face voice alight. He scoffed "A Shitty Job.. but hey! All that matters is you got the money right." voice laced with sarcasm. "No, no I-." I said looking down "You what? Daddy wouldn't give princess what she wanted." He said laughing. By now frustrated hot tears were both streaming down our cheeks. "You know what Fuck you I don't need to explain shit to you." I said angry. But also at myself because I couldn't even tell him the reason, it couldn't come out. "Have a nice life Sam." Turning out the door I glanced one more time at what the life I could have had, and in that moment I wish I could start over but it was to late.
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