"Well it was not your fault but mine, and it was your heart on the line. I guess I really fucked it up this time, didn't I my dear?"
-Mumford and Sons
L's P.O.V.
I stared out the window. Silent tears streaming down my cheeks. Thoughts, that only stayed for a meer momment or so, telling, and showing me the things I could have done diffrently. The things I could have done right.
"Light, please.. Just, another chance, please.. Im sorry."
"No..never again.. L..I hate you"
His words ring through my ears, although they were said hours earlier..
"Youre pathetic.."
Maybe he was right.. But..throughtout all the harsh words.. I still love him.. I suppose I'm cursed in loving the one who hates me the most. I just want to end it all. I want to take my life.. But, in doing that, it would mean I would never see my love again.. The thought of that alone nearly kills me. So I push on. Every second hurts as much as the first. Pain radiating through my arm. Blood flowing down in little streams. Only a couple of drops flow far enough to drop to the floor. I clean off the blood with a damp washcloth, and put a bandage over the wound. I place the blade in an alchohol solution, and lay down for the night. No sleep will take place. I know this for sure. So, I just lie there and wait for the tears to come back.
Horrible, I know. D= Anyways, comment, rate, whatever. If you dont, Ill update anyways cause Im hardheaded like that. Maybe next time it will be longer. o.o