Reyna's pov.
I sat on my floor in my room, legs crossed. Jason had told me that he didn't want to date me because he didn't want to hurt me. Not possible, I thought. I looked down at the blade in my hand. Nothing can hurt me emotionally and physically I enjoy pain. I swiped the blade across my arm and smiled at the stinging sensation and flowing blood. I didn't need him to hurt me, I could do that myself. No, I needed him to help me, to stop me from hurting myself. I swiped the blade again. I stared at my arm for a while. I dropped the blade and began to cry. It was childish of me, but after all the years of holding it in I needed to let it out. I cried nonstop until I fell asleep.
Love bittersweet? I don't see the sweet part anywhere. Love was bitter. And I completely loathed it. Yet I still wanted to be his love. But that dream was one I'd never reach.
I know this is not like Reyna, so give me hate crap and I swear on my life, I'll#1 stop writing and#2 make your life a live heck. So be nice and send pleasant reviews. Thanks.
Au revoir!
~ Shay.