Macie: A Fictional Narrative

And how twisted was the world, that his victim would forgive him before he forgave himself? That after he’d raped her, he was the one crying, it was him needing her comfort? She was always like this… this frightening mix of strength and vulnerability, both built upon suffering he, back then, could never even fathom. Now though… now he was beginning to understand what made her like

Michael feels guilt about his relationship with Hanna throughout the whole duration of the novel. He always blames himself for being the cause of her actions. He always questioned "Had I hurt her, unintentionally, against my will, but hurt her anyway?" (48) He always feels as if he’s at fault "If she threatened, [he] instantly and unconditionally surrendered.

Her whole world was crashing down. It what seemed like only a split second, her best friend’s father had been condemned to death. Someone who she considered to be like a father was going to be taken away, ripped away from her.

She couldn't do this to herself anymore. This was the last time, she knew it. Not just because she wanted to end things but because she could see it written all across his face. He was finally ending things as well. "I know." he started, his words soft and sad. "I love you, Coby and I always will but I am about to have a family. " Now he looked away from her. She merely nodded but stayed absolutely silent. "Things could have been different but.." he cut himself off but she knew what he meant, if she would have said yes to his proposal. She mentally kicked herself, she should have just married her and it would their children he called family. In that moment she felt so many emotions that she knew she was about to break, she needed to get out of there before she began crying. "We need to be strictly professional for now on." he finally said after a moment, braking the silence that filled the cruiser. "I know" she replied but she could hear her own voice break. She needed to get out of there right now and so for the last time, she leaned across the cruiser and places a kiss on his cheek. "I love you, too." She said before slipping out of the car, leaving him sitting

“I’m sorry, Alyson,” he whispered hoarsely into her ear. His hand gripped the back of her head, forcing her to listen. “It’ll never happen again, sweetheart –I promise.”

Bachelorette runner-up Matty’s reaction to the news that he had not won Georgia’s heart was one of the most raw reality television moments Australia has ever seen.

He loved her. He lost her. Now he'll challenge the time just to get her back in his arms...and his bed!

Their relationship was moving so fast, and they loved every second of it. One moment they were on their first date and the next they were talking about moving in together. Everything was perfect. They were happy. Well, he did sometimes doubt their relationship, I guess he felt like she didn’t want to open up to him. He just loved her so much and wanted to know everything about her. But there was no way he would ever say something to her, he didn’t want to upset her and potentially ruin everything. But he was right. There were some things she never told him, and he never

Yet back then, in the beginning, in a time that is best left where it belongs, she found herself becoming increasingly angry with him. His touch repulsed her, she wanted to give him the love he wanted, but she just could not, did not have it in her to give.

' 'LOUIS! ' ' She screamed so loudly it hurt my ears. ' 'I missed you so much! ' ' She kissed him passionately as I just stood there awkwardly. I was about to leave when I heard someone else other than Louis speak.

"I did think I loved him, your Heart, stabbed and bloody, gingerly adds, "I gave him my whole self, and he pierced me through. But I can move on... I must move on..."

"Unless you will love me, sweetheart, I will die." And he held her tight around

She whispers into your ear “I love you...please don’t hurt yourself...I know this isn’t you...but please don’t...” she says clearly fighting off tears of her own

She would let it go for now. The hurt in his eyes killed her because she had put it there. She had to stop this crap and stop it soon or this would be the end of something before they had a chance to start. Did she have the guts to follow her dreams and her heart? She wasn’t sure, but she knew she had to try. He was right when he said she was more excited when she was performing. She felt more alive on stage, adrenaline pouring through her veins, the rush of hitting the

“I’m sorry, Annabel. I loved you since the very first day I saw you. I didn’t want you to run away.