Mate Hate

Mate Hate

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16 thats the magic number right? Thats when everyone thought there true Mate,or as the humans would call it Mr.Right, would come along and whisk you away. Generation after Generation of being told 'Your mate will love you unconditionally and protect you when all else fails." But did you ever hear of the story, of when the mate was the only person trying to hurt you? Did you hear of the story of the mate that lost his sanity, over finding and being with one person? Everyone thinks that the day you meet your mate, you will never have to worry about being loved or protected ever again Right? WRONG!!!! It was all a lie, all of it, especially for me. The year i turned 16 i had wished with all my heart that i could turn back the time and go back to before. Here is my story of how my Mate became my most feared and hated enemy.
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This would be really boring. You don't need to waste time reading this. Not just boring, it might be even heartbreaking. The story was still going on, and therefore I had no idea whether it would end in a tragedy or not, but I had a feeling it would. And it did. We broke up under the striking, burning sun of 19th September, 2016. I write usually in a monotone description, therefore don't judge if you read this. My name is Rue, and I wish my life could be like the picture I put as a cover of my story, colourful, calm, and with a soulmate who keeps loving me all the way. However, things never happen as what we would like them to happen. I don't love my life, but I want to remember all that once happened. I want to look back one day, when I'm fully grown, and smile or tell my old self right now that I'm dumb. Mostly and lastly, I just want to remember him, the one I very much remember right now, but will fade in times to come. It is already fading now, and I only hope that I can write them all before they disappear from my mind, forever...

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