~ RACHEL
Imagine being so broken that you don’t just disbelieve in love but also accept that you’re not destined to be loved and be in love again. People tell me that I need to work on my broken heart but I don’t think my heart is broken, I believe it’s my soul.
It’s shattered completely.
So this is not a heartbreak story but a soul-break story. Richie broke my soul and now the shattered pieces of it are trying to mold back but with hate, not love.
I never knew I had this rage and evil in me until I saw him again after two years. It feels surreal that he’s here, standing feet’s away from me. The glimmer of the sun shines on his emerald skin making his glorious blue eyes glow in a way I’ve never seen before. It makes my heart want to mold back for him. It makes me want to pull him t
