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Lane Shuler was the one for me. I knew it from the very first time that I had ever met him. And it wasn’t because of the way he looked or even the way he smiled but the warmth that came along with him. It was like being wrapped up in a soft blanket and despite its fragility, you become convinced that it can protect you from anything. Lane was my safety blanket and maybe that’s why I had a hard time letting him go.I didn't know that making a deal with my heart was the first step in breaking faith within myself. Is falling in love truly a...
Submitted to Contest #151
The blood stains on the bottom of my shoes refuse to fade. But I guess it doesn’t matter anymore, it’ll just match the new dark stain that’s blooming crimson on the front of my shoe. Today’s the thirteenth of May, one year since my aunt passed away. Six months since my boyfriend found out the truth and left me. Three months since my reputation was dissected and talked about by millions. And it's been two months since I’ve finally been able to say sorry without the words lingering and swelling inside my throat. ...
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“Please, don’t do it.”His fingers dig into the flesh of my lower abdomen and my vision blurs as his bright blue eyes get swallowed by dark corners. “You brought this onto yourself,” he tells me, voice trembling with bitter rage, his smile as sharp as the blade clenched between his teeth.He reached up and put his hand on my face, stroking the side of my left cheek with his thumb. Our eyes locked with a fierce intensity and I knew my fear wasn’t what was hindering my breath but the endless stretches of cobalt blue. His thumb brushes ...
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