the way he let them help kill her how they knowingly coaogned her fate
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Five years passed.
Five long, heavy years of her giving and him taking.
Of her loving, and him pretending.
There were moments—small, fragile moments—where he was hers again.
Moments when his eyes softened, when he looked at her the way he used to, when his touch felt warm and real.
She lived for those moments.
They were her heartbeat, her air, her reason to wake up.
But like sunlight slipping through clouds, they never lasted long.
Because soon came the whispers.
The judgment.
The family and friends who would pick her apart piece by piece, pointing out her flaws, her struggles, the cracks they helped create.They called her names, mocked her dreams, twisted her kindness into weakness.
And he listened.
He let their words crawl under his skin until they built walls between them.
She would try to explain, to make him see.
She would remind him that they were jealous—jealous of the way she loved him, of the beauty in her heart, of the light in her smile.
Jealous of the way she stood beside him when no one else would.
She would beg him to remember who she was, what they were, what they’d been through.
But he wouldn’t listen.
He turned colder.
And every time he did, another piece of her soul faded away.She had loved his people too.
Given them her money when they were desperate.
Her time when they were lost.
Her compassion when he had none to give.
She wanted the best for them even when they turned against her—because loving him meant loving everything attached to him, even the pain.
But they used him.
And he let them.
And when things went wrong, he blamed her.
For the lies.
For the debt.
For his addiction, his temper, his mistakes.
Every problem found its way to her shoulders, until she carried not only her broken heart, but his as well.
He used her love as a shield, her loyalty as a cover for his wrongs.And when others whispered lies, he let them.
He stood silent while they tore her apart—until her voice trembled, until her laughter faded, until her smile no longer belonged to her.
He didn’t just break her heart.
He stopped it.
He killed the girl who once brought him meaning, warmth, and light.
The girl whose laughter had once filled his darkness with color.
The girl who made his cold world feel like home.
And when she finally died—when her spirit, not her body, but the soul of her love—gave out—
he still didn’t see it.
Not until too late.
Because once she was gone, he looked around and saw nothing but emptiness.
The women who whispered sweet words used him and leftThe friends who laughed at her pain took what they could and vanished.
And the man who once stood proud and certain was now hollow.
His heart, so inconsistent and cruel, was now broken in a way that could never be repaired.
And in every quiet moment, he thought of her—
her warmth, her laughter, her voice.
The sunshine she brought to even his darkest hours.
The love that never asked for more than honesty, kindness, and care.
And he realized, too late, that she hadn’t just loved him—she had saved him.
But there was no saving her anymore.
Because when she lost him, she didn’t just lose love.
She lost her best friend.
Her safe place.
Her reason.And in losing him, she lost herself.
And the girl who loved too deeply…
truly died without him.
How would he tell the world he loved her no more because liars hurt his pride or because of jealousy from others who bore no truth who said things that only a fable could tale how those of his past who where angry of her pretty smile that matched her pretty heart or the ones who simply didnt like that they had something that was real even if one sided most of the time was something they didnt have how he had oet these people qnd people she at times had fought for and loved and helped and treated as family had gotten his pride bruised or that they had embarrassed him. Why did he not stand up for her as she had him until the second her heart stopped, why had he not shut them up as she had, why had he not told them theyre fools that he knows the truth, why had he not told them what he told her that he loved her that she was beautiful that other people suck instead he allowed them to take those words from his mouth to jever he said again to her and she started to believe that she was just a burden and so that cold day all alone her heart stopped beating and just a pale hallow never to smile again shell to go six feet under where she would finally to get to rest her bruised and battered heart.
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