I remember the light. It was bright. I always thought it would happen in the shadows. Like a secret. Like a dream.
It didn't.
I remember her smile. It was bright. I always thought i would be the one starting it. So bold. So brave.
I didn't.
I remember her eyes. They were bright. I always thought i would see fear in them. Doubt. Uncertainty.
She kissed me.
She, the unstoppable. She, the kindest of them all. She, the strongest one.
She was so sure of this. She believed in this. She believed in me.
I didn't fall in love with her because of that kiss. I fell in love with her because she took the chance.
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I broke her heart because it was the only way to protect it. To protect her.
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Everyone has their own demons. Insecurity. Rage. Ignorance. Weakness. Most people's demons are intangibles. Mine is real.
Mine is A.
Everyone creates their own demons. I did also.
I wasn't always a good person. For sure i am not one of those now. I'm a monster. That is what some people think. My mother. My brother. My peers. That blonde girl who looks back at me from the mirror.
She never did.
She had to.
A warned me.
A threatened me. And her.
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She, the unstoppable, kissed me again.
I stopped her.
She, the kindest of them all, looked at me unsure.
I was cruel to her.
She, the strongest one, couldn't form a sentence.
I made her weak.
It was bright.
Now, there's only darkness.