A Taste of my best friend.
Accepting it would mean throwing all that away — and the question was if I am ready to do that.
If I'm ready to throw it all away.
“I have somewhere to be, Selene. Just accept it and go home please. No need to make this more complicated than it should be.”
I closed my eyes, so tightfully as if that would somehow ease the turmoil, the volcano of pain after pain erupting inside me.
But It didn't help.
I opened my eyes, and my heart was broken and bitter when I looked into Roy's cold town.
“You called me nothing today - I'll make you eat your words,” I murmured unsure he could hear me, “Under the sky and stars, with the goddess and the universe as my witnesses, I accept your fucking rejection!”
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