[COMPLETED]
Logan and I were the nerds of Whitney High but it's not like we cared. I was his other half and he was mine.
Best friends - we called each other.
Life got rough and horrible people came barrelling in. Logan and I made a decision, and th...
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Announcement
A good news guys: I've decided to update twice a week now. Yes, twice a week. I've fixed my schedule up and now I'll update on Saturday/ Sunday and Wednesday. The reason being, I want to complete this book before April. I'm sorry I can't add more than 2000 words in a chapter cause I'm kinda busy so instead, I decided this new schedule. Thank you for the love! ^^
Claire's POV
These damn regrets.
I was torn and destructed by the world around me before, my heart used to wonder where my true happiness lied.
I thought I was being attacked by the jagged thorns, destroying every little part of me, but I never realized that I forgot to look up and see that elegant red flower above the thorns that made me strong, gave me hope.
I was so consumed with grief that I never saw that from a different perspective, I was equally happy.
These damn regrets.
Before, I never knew I was capable of making such stupid decisions and now I regret every little aspect of my existence.
Kissing Dylan was the most stupid decision I had ever made in my life and it hit me after I had done it. It had deeply hurt the person I actually cared for.
Dylan was surprised of course but he seemed impressed too. I had done what a thousands of girls fantasised to do – but there wasn't even a hint of glee in my heart, none.
Logan was broken. At that instant, I didn't care how much he had hurt me. The only thing that was tugging me roughly from every side was that I had hurt him.
Every freaking time my mind would make a stern decision to go upto him and fix things. Somehow, it always added fuels to flames.
But not this time.
I would fix it this time.
I was tired. I was tired of pretending that I don't give a shit. I was tired of pretending that it doesn't ache. I was tired of showing how strong my heart was, but it really wasn't. I was weak – weak in front of him.
