(A/N: I'll be finishing the second part soon! here's the first part though!)
I:
Her POV: (will learn name soon)
" I walked through the door with you, the air was cold,
But something 'bout it felt like home somehow. "
As I gently strummed my fingers across the strings of my worn down guitar, I felt relieved. Somehow playing my old trusty guitar helped me forget all the pain he had caused me.
I hope he feels the same pain. The pain that caused me endless nights of crying myself to sleep. But he won't.
I can't keep doing this to myself. I need to move on. It's been a year.
He's moved on. I know he has. I was just a piece in his game. It was all just a game.
A single tear floats down my cheek. I wipe it away before anyone sees me.
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All Too Well
FanfictionElla has had an anything but a normal life. Her mother had died when she was five and she was left with a drunk and abusive father. After that night she was never the same again... until she met that one person whom she thought she could trust, and...
