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Fate
The Troubles Started
Then the troubles started. He stayed out later and later. He came home smelling of liquor. He wouldn’t let me go on walks with him. He shook me off when I tried to hug him and bury my face in his neck and memorize his scent.
“You’re nothing but a tragic princess,” he spat. “You think you’ve got so many problems because you’ve got dead parents and insomnia. Wake up, Shadow.”
“I love you,” I whispered.
“You don’t love me,” he countered. “You just think you do.”
He was scowling. James Dean. Already a ghost anyway.
I really did love him.
“You’re nothing but a tragic princess,” he spat. “You think you’ve got so many problems because you’ve got dead parents and insomnia. Wake up, Shadow.”
“I love you,” I whispered.
“You don’t love me,” he countered. “You just think you do.”
He was scowling. James Dean. Already a ghost anyway.
I really did love him.