Love Me Not

Love Me Not

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Everybody loves Jericho. Everybody. Though why shouldn't they? Jericho is a kind, sweet, caring, star athlete with perfect grades who constantly goes out of his way to help others, doing all he can to make the world a better place. Jericho volunteers for fundraisers and other events. Jericho donates to charities. Jericho helps pets at the shelter find new homes, and has even taken in three cats and two dogs of his own. Jericho is wonderful, and is adored by everyone he meets. But it's not because of the things he does. Jericho is loved by all, because he's cursed. Maybe that doesn't sound like so bad of a curse to you, but to Jericho, it's the most painful feeling in the world. He's adored by everyone he meets, purely for the fact he exists. No one knows who he really is. Even his parents shower him with empty love, and it gets to be too much. All Jericho wants is for someone to see him for him, and not for something to be worshiped. All Jericho wants is for someone to look at him with anything but blind love. All Jericho wants... Is Kayleigh.
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I sit amidst the dingy shadows, enveloped by the stench of neglect. A week - or is it an eternity? - has passed since Declan's departure, leaving me shackled to this wretched existence. The darkness seems to suffocate me, an unrelenting shroud that wraps around my soul. My mind reels with the weight of my conscience, the crushing burden of what-ifs. If only I had listened, if only I had been wiser, if only... The torment of my thoughts rivals the agony etched on my body. Each bruise tells a story of regret, every wound a testament to my folly. Time lost all meaning in this bleak confinement. Days blend into nights, hours dissolve into an endless expanse of nothingness. I've lost count of the moments I've spent wallowing in self-loathing, my heart heavy with the weight of sorrow. My eyes, once bright and full of life, now hang limp, swollen from the deluge of tears. The Sahara desert would envy the ocean I've cried, yet the ache within me remains unquenched. The radiance that once defined me has faded, extinguished by the crushing blow of my own mistakes. In this desolate room, I'm forced to confront the shadows of my past. The silence is deafening, punctuated only by the haunting whispers of my conscience. Madness creeps in, its icy tendrils snaking through my mind, threatening to consume me whole. My reflection would be unrecognizable to those who once knew me. Sunken cheeks, hollow eyes, and skin stretched taut over brittle bones. My body, once strong and resilient, now trembles with each faint heartbeat. The frailty of my form mirrors the fragility of my spirit.

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