TW
September third.
Its full of rich boys rotten to the core, stone cold and forced into my inevitable death. You hate me and I love that, I crave the warmth of you're hate. The warmth of ten people in our dorm, but they stare. They are all looking at me, judging,yelling,drinking drunk. They will see me tomorrow and the next day, but i plan to be dead by three. I have bags under my eyes, I havn't slept in four. I'm going crazy. Eyes as clear as water, skin as red as blood, blood as black as ink. I'm an addict, addicted to my head, to these words, to you're skin. I love you, can't you see? I miss you, look at me! I want you, please me.
I need you, even when you call me fag, I love you. It's unhealthy I know, but iv never been healthy, i'm a headcase loosing all the grip of my reality. I love you. I love you. I love you. But this isn't a love story. It doesn't have a happy ending. It doesn't end in you saying you love me back. It ends in death.
(7 years of age)
I watched him from across the room, laughing at his friends jokes and at the clown. Being 10, he was going through the phase of thinking he was older than he actually was. Despite that, he was still a sweetheart.
His black hair covered his forehead, and his eyes twinkled. I knew it then. I was in love. I was in love with Victor.
(13 years of age)
Standing beside his locker, surrounded by all the jocks and every single cheerleader or slut this school possessed, he couldn't have been more beautiful. Just as 3 years ago, i was captivated and couldn't find it in me to turn away from this beautiful, kind example of a human being.
His black hair covered his forehead, and his eyes twinkled. I knew it then. I was in love. I was in love with Victor.
(15 years of ages)
I watched him leave. I watched him put his suitcases in for check in and i watched him pull his hood on top of his head. He looked sad, exactly what i felt. Standing there, watching him leave i knew he would always have a special place in my heart, whether it was 5 or 50 years from now.
His black hair covered his forehead, and his eyes twinkled. I knew it then. I was in love. I was in love with Victor.
Forever And Always.
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Chelsea's been in love with Victor for as long as she remembers. What will happen to her when the boy of her dreams has to finally leave for university? Will their love survive? Will it break? Join the love birds on their up's, down's, hello's and goodbye's.