Couldn't Care Less

Couldn't Care Less

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Something happened. Something bad. It changed me. Some say for the better. Some say not. I was average. I was normal. Then he came and ruined it all. And now, i couldn't care less. Lucy is a 17 year old girl who thought life was absolutely perfect, she had great friends, a fantastic boyfriend and an amazing smile. But when the boyfriend ruined it, she was left with broken relationships, a broken heart, and a broken smile.
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"I'm sorry," I apologized as I watched her break down even more. There was a pang in my chest as I stared at her. Fiore. I took a beautiful flower and crushed all of its petals. Not being able to bare the sight of her being so broken, I stood from the bed and walked to the door before hitting the lights. "You should get some sleep," I suggested as I turned my back to her and Aurora and left the room. I then went into the now empty living room and spread out on one of the long sofas. Despite how comfy the sofa was, I knew I wouldn't be getting much sleep tonight. All I could think about was the sight of Sagacity being so hurt by what I had done. I had made her a promise that the next time she'd cry, it would be from being happy. I broke that promise. I even broke her heart, and that was the last thing I had ever wanted to do. Whatever consequences I had to face was well deserved. I didn't deserve Sagacity, and she didn't deserve my ill treatment. If she wanted nothing to do with me, I would have to accept that, despite how hard letting her go would be. I had made my bed, and I alone would lay in it.

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