He was the foulest of disease, corrupting her bones, consuming her whole with agonizing feeling.
He held her innocent and inexperienced heart in his earnest hands, promising he would cherish it with the greatest care. He promised no harm would ever befall her.
The most painful lie he ever told.
She knew of his harlot ways, but she still chose that path;
and now she felt her heart collapsing and fracturing into pieces of guilt and regret.
She fought for him, the foulest of men. She thought he was hers, a prize for being patient, her dues owed to her for battling the dark shadows of her mind...
but all in vain.
She felt her chest catching fire, tightening as the tears streamed down her ever-rosy cheeks.
She chilled her body with the thought of his deception and lies.
His hands dug into her wounds and wrenched out all happiness that was slowly healing the remnants of your presence.
She knew she mistreated you, but your presence still lingers there and reminds her of what she really deserves...
You'll never love her again, the thought of her is overwhelming for your indifferent heart, but she begs you, don't forget her.
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