Author's note: Hi! This is my first story. I really hope that you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: All rights belong to their original owners. I'm just writing this for fun and I don't make money out of this!
My bleeding heart
As I walk down the deserted corridor, I feel as though I am on stage. Walking out in shame for I could not hold your affections.
So you chose her. I wish I could say that I did not hurt, but that would be a lie. My bleeding heart is proof of my grief. You proved to me in that very moment that you had no heart. It seemed much easier for you but I'd rather have a bleeding and bruised heart than no heart at all.
You have no heart. In place of your heart you have a black void. You think only of yourself, selfish and arrogant, after all you care for nothing.
Your money, fame and most importantly your looks paved your way to fortune. One could describe you as evil another could say that you looked like an angel. But how could that be? For you have no heart, how absurd for an angel to have no heart?
But now, the end of the performance, I cannot be on the stage for the winner gets the prize. The loser should not and must not take away the spotlight.
In this letter, I suppose you could call it such, I shall describe my experience and most importantly my pain.
This is the first part to my story. I hope that you like it if you don't please tell me so that I don't carry on writing something that people won't read.
DramioneEverlasting