difficult to love ; jack gilinsky

difficult to love ; jack gilinsky

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"If I knew it was gonna hurt this much, I would've never fallen in love with you." I cried. He shakes his head as tears roll down his cheeks. "I love you." I said with no doubt. "But I don't love you." Jack said as he backed away. "Im no longer happy in this relationship. Im tired of everything. Im tired of you." He said seriously. At this point, I can't breathe. I can't function properly. It feels like my heart has been shattered to a million pieces. I wish I wouldve had more time. It's funny how short forever is. I watched him walk away and get into his car. He drove off and I ran after him until I couldn't take it. I fell to my knees and cried my eyes out. He's gone. Without him, Im incomplete. Ive lost the person who completed me in so many ways, the person who taught me how to love, and the only person who kept me sane.
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"Please don't do this." I begged, as tears streamed down my face, making my mascara run. My eyes traveled from his face, that handsome boyish face, down to the floor. Down to the dead bodies. "Oh God," I choked, my life flashing before my eyes, as I felt his fingers slip from my shoulders down to the knife. He put it to my throat gently, so that he didn't cut it. Yet. "I'm sorry." He muttered. "Please...." I begged. "Please." His lips pressed against mine, and I shuddered against him. Dear God, Please don't let this happen. This is the story of how I met him. The story of how he stole my heart, just as carelessly as he stole peoples lives away from them. Maybe. Maybe not. When I think about it, I still smile. Even though I know the sad and terrible ending, I can't help but smile. He was my best friend. He was so loving. So caring. He taught me everything. But, he also destroyed everything. He was just like that. He was just the mass murder that loved me, and that's how I'll always remember him. I dare say, that's how I'll always cherish him.

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