The Past That Changed Us
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  • Parts 3
  • Time 13m
Ongoing, First published Nov 28, 2016
Mature
"Why?" My heart raced knowing that the answer that would be drawn from his lips will be everything I knew in a silver bullet aimed for my chest.
"I love you, Lilah... but I also started to grow to love her... I don't want to lose you," tears came pouring down his porcelain face I loved for the past three years, "I can't choose... I love you, Lilah."
"No you don't, Maybe at one point in our time together, but now you don't... you're in love with the memories of us... not me. I can't keep being played like a sad violin song. I am done with the cheating and this mess... You never loved me enough to not want to willingly place your eyes on another female's body and wish them into bed instead of the one you had. I'm sorry."
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