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by tj16
Rated: 13+ · Novella · Death · #1549099
love doesn't always work out
    The day I found love was the last day I smiled. I discovered a whole new piece of my heart that I never knew existed, but then again I also lost it in a matter of seconds. One stupid girl changed my life, and I let her do it.
    My mom and dad always said love deserved its own trophy. I wish I could go back in time and tell them not to lie with their paternal smiles, or maybe go back to when Hell became a reality.
    That Hell was the day I fell in love with Angelique Mandez,my ex-angel. She tore my heart out and held it in her hands. When she was done with it, she set it on fire to watch it burn into ashes.
    I miss that heart of mine, and now I'm never going to get it back.
    Three words describe Angel perfectly, beautiful, couragious, and of course manipulative.
    Too bad I didn't know the last part before it was too late to save myself from her venomous teeth. Or would it be her lips. The lips I touched so many times. The ones that burnt when they touched mine.It was the most amazing experience of my life. The ones that spoke the three little words. I love you. But took them back after things turned rough.
    Those lips poisoned me. The part they reached was my heart. My beating heart, which is now scarred from all the crap she put me through. Still, I want her to hold my hand or brush the hair from my eyes.
    Angel took everything away from me. She used me to finish her homework and to do her chores. I didn't even notice it until she dumped me. Pawns are uses better than I am.
    Now she'll know what it feels like to be sad and guilty.
    Guilty over me dying. Sad for breaking my heart and letting me take my life.
    I blame her for everything.
    She took the only thing that ever mattered to me. She stole my heart, my love, and most of all my mind. John Hill is dead because of her.
    I loved her. I still do, but that all ends tonight. My insanity of my thoughts aren't even phasing me anymore because this is what she has causes. Tonight at the party I'll make sure Angel sees me soar off the roof. I'll do it when I know she's watching.
      We'll be even, and then she'll know how much she hurt me. Then she'll change her mind about not loving me.
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