All Rémy Miller has ever known are lies until someone is able to give him the life changing truth. When studying at Harvard University, his path unexpectedly collides with feisty freshman Céline Martin. Their meeting is not the ideal way to meet som...
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Lies: I'm not angry - I don't know if I want to remember
Truths: Because I'm jealous – I just want him back
Sometimes I know what to do, sometimes I don't.
Right now, all I know is what I did.
And what I did was terrible.
With a single lie, I broke two hearts.
One beating for him, the other for me, both for us.
There is no us.
Not anymore.
There's nothing.
Silence.
Chaos.
Pain.
The truth.
The truth is I lost him.
I lost what I found.
I lost what I needed.
I still need him; he doesn't need me.
Not anymore.
Sometimes I know what to do.
Sometimes I don't.
This time sometimes lasts an eternity.
Forever is gone.
Our epilogue lost.
Happy ever after...
Not anymore
"What are you doing?" Rhett's whisper interrupts my thoughts and I lift my head from my paper.
"Mmh?" I hum, not fully sure what his question was. His tired eyes meet mine and his entire posture slumps.
"What were you writing?" He leans in, his shoulder to mine but I quickly hide my heartfelt scribbles. I'm not the world's biggest poet but putting blame to paper has helped a little. Not much, but I don't deserve more than a little. Rhett's deep sigh almost makes the professor look our way. "Have you talked to him? It's been two weeks..."
I pull a brow at him, hiding behind my laptop screen in front of me. The screen's not on, it's black, along with a clear reflection of myself. I don't feel like myself, I don't look like it either. I don't sleep, hardly nap, the bags under my eyes are evidence of that. I train too much, eat too little. I'm miserable. "Have you?" I mutter at him, accusingly.
He looks away, clenching his jaw. "I have." He avoids eye contact, because he knows what comes next.
"So, he forgave you?" I bite and then his side profile turns apologetic. It's anger, bitterness, blame, that sits on my tongue. It tastes awful, I can't swallow it. It would make me choke if I tried.
