Melancholia
Chloe Jane, Just Write Pre-Mades
All I wanted was a friend.
Someone who could care about me in the moments when I don't.
I guess loneliness leads to vices and that only seems to make things worse, but I won't stop until I can find that piece I'm missing.
That's when I met him.
He had bad news written all over him, magical little pills buried deep in his pockets, and his sights were set on me.
I should have left and never gone back.
I should have learned to fix myself instead of trying to find someone else to do it for me.
But I didn't.
He wouldn't let me.
And in the strangest way, I want him to break me more than I want him to fix me.
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