Love Me Not

Love Me Not

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Romance
We struggle to live because life is too unfair. Sometimes greed, selfishness and insecurities makes one person living miserable and to those people we are dealing with. We are afraid to face those things that we think will make huge burden to us even though we are the one who made it for ourselves. But, what makes a person life struggles more than they could is by dealing with too many personalities they might think will make a huge good twist to their lives. Just the good ones. Because they only need someone for their own advantage. But how about those who we used? Will they be a victim forever? Will they have to live for the nightmare that hunts them the time they crossed path with those who used them? How can we turn our life back the way it was before the twist we got into? ~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~
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They say love is a choice. But what if the choice you made had nothing to do with love? We didn't marry because we were in love. We married because we both needed something- And each other was just... convenient. He needed a wife. I needed the money. So we signed the papers, wore the masks, and promised we wouldn't fall. But nothing about him is simple. He was the boy I loathed the most when I was twelve. Five years older, always out of reach, always one step ahead. Now, we're under the same roof, bound by the same lie. And yet, he still feels miles away. He's cold. Detached. Always in control. And I hate how effortlessly he gets under my skin. Me? I keep my thoughts sharp and my walls higher. I never let anyone see me falter. And I'm always mindful of the image I project-especially when no one's watching. And now, I'm slowly forgetting the rules we set when we said, "I do." This wasn't supposed to mean anything. But now, we're halfway into something neither of us knows how to name. And the thing about secrets? They always ask for more.

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