"Hey babe, we haven't seen each other in a while, I was hoping you could come over for my grandmothers birthday next week, so we could spend some time together. But anyway, call me when you get this... I love you."
Message Deleted.
"Baby, are you ignoring me? I've called you like a hundred times. Please, call me back. I love you."
Message deleted.
Dragging my hand over my face, I sighed.
I really didn't know why I was ignoring my girlfriend of four years now. It's just that, whenever I'm with her, I never feel that spark I hear about so much. My heart never flutters, and my stomach doesn't do somersaults when I see her, or hear her voice.
Every time I tell her I love her, I don't feel the guilt that I should because I'm lying to her.
I don't feel anything. And I hate myself for it.
Why can't I put meaning into those 'I love yous' we exchange almost everyday? Why can't my heart stutter when she kisses me, or holds my hand? I scolded myself. I knew why. Of course I knew why.
It was simply because I was inlove with another man.
Diana is an 18 year old girl about to start her senior year until she bumps into a woman at the bookstore who has quite the personality. The woman takes the book Diana had her eye on.
Diana's senior year soon becomes one she would have never expected when the book thief and her meet again.
This is not edited so it might be a little messy and it is not a slow burn!!!
Story includes:
-Smut
-PTSD
-mention of abuse
^Do not read if you are disturbed with these!!