It Was More Than Expected... . We Fucked, He Left. . Excuse

The boy just stares at me. “Who are you?” He asks. I don’t know what to make of him.

It can be distressing when serious relationships come to an end, especially if one or both parties have put in so much love and devotion into the relationship. The people after this incident encountered complicated challenges of disentanglement with their previous mate, they had negative feelings about the overall situation, and bound themselves the need to let go and move forward in life, distracted from their pain. According to the article Surviving A Relationship Break-Up,” Surviving a relationship breakup can be one of the most difficult things people ever do and on an emotional level can be one of the most painful processes in our lives. Losing a boyfriend/girlfriend

“Everyone’s allowed to be in love with the wrong person at some point. In fact, it’s a mistake not to be.” At least once in a person’s lifetime, he/she will find one perfect person whom they fall hopelessly in love with and live happily ever after. This is a mere delusion. Yes, people can share common interests and therefore develop a romantic connection, but these relationships have a life span and simply cannot last. It is a fact of life that couples do break up, and there are many types of breakups. They can range from your first love, to finding one’s partner cheating on them or threatened by your significant other.

“I want her to be safe.” Nick whispered. It wasn’t a lie, but Nick just had a horrible way of going at it. “She’s my friend.”

“I guess it’s going pretty good, even considering the fact that you haven’t called in a month,” I say back to him, “What’s the deal? You’ve never waited this long to call me before.”

“Hey! Come on!” When my eyes bring the world into focus, I see the face of a man. He’s looking at me with a concerned expression.

“Just go,” Dean breathed pulling her close. She was awake and tears were falling from her eyes she couldn’t speak gasping for breath but she gently rubbed his arms. As if he was the one who needed comforting.

Around midnight, I exit the room, quietly shutting the door. I’m surprised to find Jensen sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, asleep. I smile weakly, but it instantly drops. There’s too much sorrow tight in my chest for me to smile. I sit down close beside him and he stirs, looking up at me, worried.

“Look, I got a new phone” Austin said as he was breaking open the glass and taking a phone. They walked down to a door and tried

We walk in silence up to the door. I open my purse to grab my house key, but it isn't there, "Son of a bitch." I mumble.

He hisses at the scratch marks lining down his face. “What did he say about me now? Am I abusing you today?” He smirks, I don’t. The truth behind that smile is a horrifying reality he will never admit to without an apology.

From the sound of his voice, I can tell he is hoping for some kind of insight into the human condition or something. I stifle a snort. Not something he’s likely to get from me, that’s for sure.

"Sorry?" He flashed a smile. "Let me in, all right? We were supposed to talk about your troubles tonight. I'll be a friend and not an arse, I swear."

“No, you’ve got it all wrong,” he breathes into my mouth, kissing me long and hard, his tongue invading all my senses. “I love the way you kiss.”

"Ugh, it's so hot in here, why is it so hot?" His eyes were darkening, he’d already started sweating, his hair stuck to head, and he was starting to slide off his shirt. "Aren't you hot, take off your dress." He tries coaxing me, I shake my head furiously.