I was tired and in a bad mood, staring at a picture of Nick and Stephen rather then doing homework... here's the result.

I don't know what hurts more. That he betrayed me. Or that he saved my life.

I hate him for making me suffer every single day. I wanted to die, not to hurt him but to escape the hell that was seeing him every day and still living without him.

Now I haven't even got him around to pine for.

Sometimes I wonder if he felt the same way…

My mind always flashes back to him walking backwards, eyes locked on mine…

He might have thought he was saving my life.

But he destroyed the hope I was clinging to.