Calum, a renowned romance writer and a low-key country music enjoyer who also plays guitar is a very private person. He may have his circle of friends but he trusts no one with his deep-diving secrets. For him, it's one of his greatest treasures. It...
I thought I stood a chance. I thought that it is the last fight that they have before splitting but as usual, they compromise again and after that day, I visited her. Gladly, Arcel is away for a grocery which is great since I wanted to talk sense with Venus. I'm positive that I can do this. I will confess to her too. If I would be turned down then so be it.
I was all but smiling the moment I stepped inside their unit until I saw that fucking mark on her neck. I may be a fool of love but I am not a dork not to know if it was some skin allergies or a love bite. Fucking hell! I think I lost my tongue because of that.
I could only chuckle painfully while looking at her swollen and reddish lips. Maybe I should really stop it for real—I mean this feeling. I should stop nursing this. It's not worth it anymore. I should leave this fight because it's not enough and I'm not winning. I'm hurting so bad. I've been putting too many expectations in my back for earlier weeks thinking that maybe... maybe I still have my chance on her but no. Venus is still and will always be heartless in my eyes.
Flat line, Calum—
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