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"Hearts can break. Yes, hearts can break. Sometimes I think it would be better if we died when they did, but we don't."
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I am such an idiot. I'm so useless. I'm so dumb.
This is my first time to confess to a boy and it's totally killing me. I am so devastated that the two boys I liked – just broke my heart twice. Why would Harry even kiss me if he will just break my heart? I hope someday – I will die if my heart will be crushed for the third time – I just can't handle this kind of situation with the boys. No wonder I hated boys when I was younger.
"Raven?" I heard someone whispered my name from behind, but I didn't react.
"Raven," He said coolly and that's when I realized it was Drogo's voice.
"Raven, you alright?" He then stood in front of me with a bewildered look. I stood there with my head down and my eyes locked on the cold icy floor.
"Raven?" He asked once again as he shrugged my arms. I kept looking down and let all the tears trickle out my eyes. I really am devastated and I can't help but to break down and cry in Drogo's arms. I violently threw my arms around Drogo's torso and cried my heart out – earning a lenient gasp escape his lips before wrapping his arms around me.
He then lifted his hand on my hair and started stroking the back of my head, "I guess I already know what happen. I knew it – why would he heart a precious innocent heart like yours." He whispered with a hint of pain in his voice.
I continued to sob on his chest – making his plain white shirt drenched with my tears. I literally cried my heart out – loudly sobbing all the pieces of my heart and I can feel my knees weakened.
"Let's go sit on the couch," Drogo suggested and gently lead me to the couch – where we both sat down with my arms still wrapped around him. We cuddled there for about 15 minutes until I can feel my eyes are starting to get dry.
I slowly wiped my tears stained on my cheeks and lifted my eyes on Drogo, "Drive me away from here and never come back, please." I begged – making him look down at me with a furrowed brow.
"You know I can't do that. Harry would kill me ya know." He firmly said, but I stared at him with my tearful eyes.
He bit down his lips before releasing a long sigh. "Maybe I'll just give you a ride around the city? Is that okay?" He smiled faintly. I thought about it for a second before nodding.
