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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Tue, Dec 1, 2015<5 mins
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Romance
Was it lust or love? On an early Monday morning my phone buzzed after a week or so. I questioned myself why would she texted after the hurt she had caused in my life. I contemplated on whether I should respond to her hello's and goodbye's, her good mornings and good nights and yet I did cause I longed for her greetings. After a couple of weeks I started developing this hatred for her that I didn't understand myself. I then realised she never loved me cause it was all lust. I couldn't understand whether she new about my sexuality or thought it was just a confusion or I was going though a phase. She questioned me about it and started judging me even before I was able to answer her, she called me all these kinds of things how much of a sin a am and that I would burn in hell and wouldn't care cause she felt as if I disrespect God and our friendship. She was first friend I had ever lost because of my sexuality and I kept on questioning myself how many more am I going to lose.
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Arsenio Draven and Ezlyn Laurel. Inseparable. That's what were we, right from the moment she was born and being five years my younger didn't change the fact that she was my best friend through thick and thin. It was fate, our destiny to be best friends for we even shared the same birthdays. But one night of drunken passion changed everything and not wanting to acknowledge what happened between us, I let her disappear. When she stumbled on my doorstep nine months later, the timings were a little odd but the baby she handed to me, wasn't. It was mine as she claimed and ran away once again leaving me to raise the child on my own. And in that moment, for the first time in my life, I hated my best friend. Or were we even best friends anymore? Being a single parent was a fucking huge task and I was definitely not made for it, so a month later when I realised that, I did what I think was right. I dragged her back and forced her to marry me, bounding her to me. Forever.

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