Warning: Please, before you read this chapter be aware it has some very sensitive and descriptive things in it that may upset you, heed my warning that it contains things that may upset you, please! Not of a sexual nature, but of a sad one.
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The walls seemed to be closing in on him; the world seemed to be spinning at an unbearable pace. His world was dissolving around him and it left nothing for him to cling to. He staggered from her room, watching her as he stumbled backwards, running way from what hurt so much. He could hear her faintly murmuring his name but could not hear her, he could here her sobs but could pay no attention.
He didn't know quite what to do, so he ran to his room, retrieved a jacket and the keys for his car and left the palace. He sped out of the grounds, wishing she was dead, wishing he had never existed, for the sake of her.
The roads were wet and he was being reckless. He had never cried before, but he could not resist the emptiness that filled him. He despaired so terribly, because she had told him so. She had told him she loved him. And her words stayed in his mind, the 'If only' the finality of her words.
The vision of her, hunched over, her face a portrait of unbearable pain, her words strained but admissibly aggressive.
He had been unbearably stupid, because he knew these roads intimately and yet, he insisted on going at a terribly quick speed. He played the music so loud; it was like white noise in his ears.
He had no time to pull the break as the Ferrari skidded on the roads and if he had, he would have plummeted off the cliff. It collided so violently with the other car he was thrown from the safety of his seat and onto the grimy roads, covered in rain and blood. Blood splattered on the roads, mixing with the water and rain. He could taste it in his mouth, feel the hot burning of a wound in his side and head.
Before he blacked out, the only light from his head lights 30 feet away, he seen her and he regretted it all, apart from the love. He loved her.
Sorry, I had to.
More to come
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Yours,
M
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