When I Say
prologue;
She told me she never wanted to get her heart broken. Again. I understood. It sucks -- getting your heart broken. Well, it's never happened to me, but I would guess it sucked. I hated every singe one of the bastards that even dared to break her fragile heart.
I refused to be one of the bastards. I promised myself.
But me -- I'm no good at promises.
I refused to be one of the bastards. I promised myself.
But me -- I'm no good at promises.
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Wow... I really shouldn't be starting a new story. But I've had this idea stuck in my head for awhile and before it started eating me away, I decided to give it a try. ;DComments are awesomely awesome. ;)
xoxo
Jack