Disastrous Love

Disastrous Love

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"You're like a sister to me Addie." Those were the words she she was growing tired of hearing. Friends or should I say "siblings" didn't sleep together on a regular basis. It's not something you'd call normal right? Addison was in love with Shane. She wanted to be more than his best friend, but that wasn't ever going to happen. He just enjoyed sleeping with her on occasions. She was always going to be there for him and he knew that. So he took advantage of that. He knew she wanted something she could never get...and what she wanted was his heart. After all those years and feelings Addison didn't really want to let go. She loved him even though it was such a painful thing to go through. But sometimes you just can't choose who you love.
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Living with your ex-best friend should honestly be illegal. Especially when that ex-best friend is Manu, the same guy who broke our promise, broke whatever we were, and somehow still manages to mess with my head every time he walks into the room. He says I didn't let him explain. Maybe he's right. But what for? He already broke my trust the moment he chose a different program, acting like the promise we made meant nothing. And I'm supposed to just sit there and listen? Pretend it didn't hurt like hell? And yeah, maybe I befriended a guy in our org. Maybe it was for "self-exploration." Maybe it was a little bit out of spite. If Manu wanted me out of his life so badly, then he shouldn't care who I talk to or what I do-right? Right. Except he does care. I see it in every glare, every slammed door, every stupid argument we fall into at 2 a.m. Somewhere along the line, all that anger twisted into something I hate knowing is still there: want. Maybe even something deeper I'm not ready to name. Enemies. Roommates. Something more? I don't know. All I know is this isn't just a story about falling in love. It's about facing the person you thought you'd already lost-and realizing he might not be gone after all.

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