A short chapter x
E P.O.V
It's like the awakening from a dream. When your vision blurs, and the mute, cloudy thoughts that clot your brain. Although this I'm sure, is real.
She brags on and on that she does truly love me. I'm just so fucking sick of her; Sometimes I wish to strangle the life outta her. On the other hand.
My angel Is my life.
My angel will bawl if I talk to her when she want's me to shut. My girl she slaps me hard If I try to caress her in my huge arms.
so It's okay to kiss her goodnight, It's not okay to walk out that door.
I feel so sorry for myself. I do.