Prologue
Tears are running down my face.
Lots and lots of tears.
But do I care? Of course, I don't.
All I care about is the man who is currently walking away from me into the busy streets of hell.
Do I have the courage to stop him?
Or to let him go?
Afterall, it is his baby...
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Hello!
I am so so so glad you clicked on this story. I hope you find it interesting.
I hope you go on an emotional rollercoaster with me. Let's sit together.
Let's scream because of the euphoria.
Let's cry because of the melancholy.
Let's be depressed because of the heartbroken plague.
Let's have all these and more emotions. Together.
Oh. And yes. Please do not copy my work.
Let's act like the civilized Tumblr fans we are, yes? Let's kindly let the author of one's work know if there are any errors in her work without being a total asshole.
Can we also agree to not be a judgemental prick if you don't agree with a decision the author (in this case, me) has made?
If you can't agree to any of these terms, kindly piss off and click off my story because my bullshit meter is low & I don't like getting into fights with preppy girls who cover their face with layers of makeup,
K, if I haven't scared you off, enjoy this amazing super incredible journey with me. Or, like, in simple terms, enjoy the book.
I LOVE YOU ALREADY <3
-Cooler_Than_You_101
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