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62| It's Not A Request.

As I continue to helplessly stare after Dmitris’ fading figure, I collapse to my knees-my right knee hitting the wet concrete ground first, then, my left.

Pain disperses across the hard balls of my kneecaps, but the foreboding pain of heartbreak that continues to seep into the roots of my heart outweighs any other pain my body is slowly trying to register.

He left me.

In the rain.

Crying.

Heartbroken.

Alone.

I hate him!

I fucking hate him with everything I have and I hope he crashes on his stupid bike that makes him look smoking hot!

Covering my face with my hands, I burst into tears.

I don’t hate him.

I could never hate him.

I love him so fucking much that I would die for him.

I’d kill for him.

Why does loving someone hurt so much?

Is this what men mean when they say that love is the greatest weakness one can possess?

It can be one’s downfall until there is no return.

“Time will heal your broken heart, cara mia. But first, you need to push through the pain and accept Dmitris’ decisi
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