My First Love

My First Love

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Have you ever felt your heart hurt so much that it burns to think of the person you want to be with forever? Everyone has a first love. No one can forget their first love. Innocent, Sweet and Strong ... It was your best love, the time you loved the most. Follow the heartbreaks, heartaches and first loves of the four Lee Sisters **NOT A KPOP FANFIC** PLEASE DO NOT COPY. THIS IS MY ORIGINAL IDEA AND I WORKED REALLY HARD ON IT! THANK YOU FOR THE CORPORATION :) Cover By: littlelap
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Another tear fell from his eyes, rolling down the constellations on his freckle-dusted cheeks to add to the small puddles at his feet. Those eyes, the beautiful hazel eyes that I had fallen in love with, were empty of their stars. As his breath hitched on another sob and he bit his trembling lower lip, I realized that I had done that to him; I had stripped his eyes of the stars that sparkled in them whenever he saw me, I had ruined what he felt - what we both felt towards each other. I had hurt him, and I wanted so badly to tell him why. I wanted to tell him everything, but that would hurt him even more. That would 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺 him. So I had to leave it at that. A broken promise. A broken heart. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 heart, which he so willingly gave to me that night on the rooftop - no, even before that, the night on top of the Ferris Wheel, when we thought we were on top of the world. He raked a shaking hand through his hair as his body, vulnerable, trembling as he sobbed, slid down the wall to sit on the floor. Giving me his heart was a mistake, and as I gazed down at the broken pieces shattered on the floor around me, I knew it wasn't because he was naive, too sweet, too easily trusting. I knew it was a mistake because of 𝘮𝘦.

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