Evil game,
A not so perfect love story,
Filled with betrayal, hate, and guilt.
There is triggering content most of it has warning read with caution though .
Here are some things I need to say before you all read!!
I do not own Mattheo Riddle or...
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This chapter contains mature content
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Time was passing by, faster then I wanted, and to top that off I only got worse, I had something wrong with my lungs, and a little while ago I realized I couldn't breath correctly on my own.
So now Im using borrowed air until I have surgery, which should be scary but it isn't.
My stomachs gotten bigger which means this thing is growing, so soon it'll be cut out of me, .
Fun right.
I'm exhausted, but my body's in a lot of pain, my chest feels heavy and I hate how irritating this IV in my arm is.
But I close my eyes anyway, attempting to relax my mind.
1,467 x 4,739
Hold on, I almost got it.
6,952,113
That's it right? Now I'm stressing over wether I got that right or not.
It's not working.
I take a deep breath and close my eyes again. It's silent, all the lights are off. I still can't fall asleep.
My feet hurt.
And this thing won't stop kicking me.
"Stop that." I speak, can it hear me? Whys this spawn of satan kicking me harder. "Stop it now!" I yell at my stomach.
It didn't stop.
I laid back sighing,
It's getting really quiet, my body feels lighter, I feel more relaxed.
I can't even think, within seconds I fall asleep.
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"Hey, heyyy." I feel someone poke me, "wake up." I can feel a set off lips press against my cheek, "Pleaseeeee I'm bored." Lorenzo shut up. His arms are around me now, his head on my chest.
I'm awake, but he doesn't have to know that. "I wanna talk to you." He's holding me tighter now. He lifts his head, I keep my composure, my eyes still sealed shut. "Y/n." He nudges my cheek with his nose, "lover." He kisses my forehead, "you won't even wake up for my kindness." I can already see the pout on his face.
