Sacrifices for love

Sacrifices for love

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"its like she was looking for a change I wasn't ready to make, I like this girl-scratch that I love her." But she needs a man and I think its ok to say I'm just a immature boy not ready to give up what I call my "lavish lifestyle" being able to do whatever or whoever not really noticing how much it affected the people around me. I told her what it was from the start but she thought I would turn my ways around, but my stupid ass made a empty promise. now here we are, but its not a good thing, the only thing that fills the room is her loud sobs as she completely looses, I broke her in ways I didn't know I could, I didn't know how much she cared for me how much she wanted me to grow up, but this is where we are in my living room as she beats on my chest, I tried to restrain her but that shit ain't work, she told me what she went through and I turn around and do to her what she was running from. I can see in her eyes she didn't want to let me go...... Because all "the sacrifices she made for love." a little excerpt 😁 @all fucking rights reserved 😉
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A few snippets so far: I felt naked in front of him. He's stripped me bare, pulled back my flesh, cracked open my rib cage to literally have my heart in his hands. He has the power to finish me off with one forceful squeeze or help hold all the pieces together while I work on mending and healing it. **** I take this time to breathe in the stale peacefulness of the room and wait for my body to properly wake up to get started with another day. My thoughts are soon abruptly stopped when I hear heavy breathing next to me, then I can feel the rise and fall of someone's chest and the heaviness of something wrapped around my torso. The imaginary glue in my eyes disappears as they open in a flash. To my utter disbelief and confusion, I find Harry sleeping...in my bed...with me. What, when how...what in the world is happening?! My internal panic worsens when I realize if he's here he saw the broken glass and blood in the room. FUCKING HELL! "Don't freak out, don't freak out," I talk out loud to myself but it's not fucking working. **** Last fucking chance to tell me I'm wrong and you're not hoeing around then sleep in my bed!" I say as harshly as I can. She doesn't say anything, doesn't even bat an eye at what I said. I pick up her phone on my nightstand and throw it at the closed door and watch her body tense up in anger. Her fists are white from how tightly she is clamping her fingers in her palm and her jaw is clenched. "You said it yourself, we're just friends. Friends don't act jealous like this," she quietly speaks. "I am not jealous; I couldn't give a fuck less. Have nothing to be jealous of." She takes a step back like I hit her, I can see her shattering right in front of me. "You know your way out. Get the fuck out of my apartment now," she walks over to grab her phone that bounced off the wall and walks out, she stops before she closes the door all the way.

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