I saw his eyes. Pleading. As if I could save him from his heart slowly breaking. Ah…a rebound?
Well, that f*****g hurts, eh? I breathe. Hard. f**k I want him so bad but I’ll just hurt more if I let him in. And oh God, it hurts. It hurts. If this was the price of the momentary butterflies I felt in my stomach when I am around him, then let it not happen. I s**t you not, it’s f*****g gripping my throat, my heart, my breath.
“No. I don’ want it.” I half-confidentially said. Regret would visit me later but the hardest thing to do is the right thing. “You don’t get to come to me because you can’t have her. No, I won’t be your second option!” I shout breathlessly. Angered. Frustrated. Hurt, again. I couldn’t breathe because of the pain. And the f*****g heat inside my eyes is attempting to b
