Crisp cool air. Quiet, except for the rustling leaves falling down. Crunching under her feet. Tears. The only warmth. Even with the long sweater hiding her secret. The scars of what was supposed to be different. He was supposed to be different. But it never ends up that way. She’s destined to be broken. Alone. Never trusting. Because it always ends this way. Despite her entire being given to love. She’s never enough. And so she teeters. On the edge of never enough. So why even try? And that fifty foot plunge to the icy depths calls to her broken soul. Inviting a warmth she’s so tempted to take. Better the villain who doesn’t pretend than the one she tried to love.
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