For The Second Time {Tony Perry}

For The Second Time {Tony Perry}

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“Hi, welcome to Pauli’s Guitar Shop. I’m Emilia. How can I--” I paused, dropping my pen on the counter. It was him. That one person I was trying to forget all my life. Tony Perry. He looked up from his phone, staring into my eyes. “Oh, you’re a fan?” And with only four words, my heart was broken into several pieces for the second time, by the exact same person. © 2013-2014, PRECIADONT. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
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  • You're Busy Drawing Hearts // Tony Perry

"You can call me when you're lonely. I'll be your temporary fix." Those were the words that he said to me and it was plain simple, he wanted nothing but sex and I wanted nothing more than too. I was the kind of girl who was too scared of falling in love again because I feel like there is something more in life than being mournful over a guy who never actually gave a hell. I deserve something more than pain and misery over a stupid heartbreak. Since then, I got too scared of commitment that I no longer wanted to be in one. I wanted fun and I wanted to feel like I am alive again. He was the kind of guy who was too busy for permanent relationships. The superstar that all women wanted to bang with. The kind of guy who would have any girls kneel down in front of him because well, he is that kind of guy. He was a guy with a hectic schedule, sold out world tours, drinking champagne in private jets, holding a mic in one hand and conquering all over the world on the other. Maybe I needed someone to show me how to live again and he needed someone to show him how to love. All Rights Reserved. 2015 Word count: 259,139

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