Couldn't you tell I would give my soul for you? Couldn't you see? Couldn't you feel? Did you really have the blood so cold, to do this to me? To make me believe you could really love me. How could you after I told you everything about me? How could I be so stupid? I fell in your game and you destroyed me. You played to the very last second not even bothering to spar my feelings from this sick game maybe I did fall to easily, but maybe you just couldn't see the love I held for you was so clean and pure. I would never betray the love you gave me, but how stupid could I be in this story there is no happily ever after. So now, I swear to never love again for I have witnessed first hand the sorrow love can bring and the tragedy it holds, and to all of you who do love, are loved my I just say congratulations you've just entered the game, and do me a favor when he wins congratulate him never let him know how weak he made you, because then …. He knows he's won because in this game you can only learn from your mistakes and start over because remember you've learned every step, every tarp, every short cut and I want you all to stand tall, stand over all and show you don't need love again because this is the art of losing.
"Another well written book if I do say so my self miss Watari. I do wonder were you get all these creative thoughts. But maybe and this is just a though maybe you could actually right a romance novel?"
Shacking her head lightly she gave him her response.
" You are my agent you are only here to make sure these get published and that is all do I make my self clear. I make sure woman get the truth." eyes narrowing voice fridged.
"Y..Yes mama my apologies."
Over the years, she had fallen in love with all kinds of men liars, cheaters, abusers, addicts, and even some lunatics but she had learned her lesson. He was the last straw she loved him, she trusted him and he broke her heart with out reaper and that was it she was through with men. They wouldn't hurt her anymore, she wouldn't fall for there charm there fake love she wouldn't. Even if she did still love him, she had to change not for him but for her. To never be so weak hearted, humiliated, steped on, forgotten. So she became hollow her appearance no longer childish, her body no longer petite, her voice no longer caring. She became what every man would want but could never have.. Eyes hollow of emotions, of life, of love. Would she ever be the same?