Everything is falling apart.
People around me are bustling around like bees, all while I'm sat here: scared out of my mind.
Everything is falling apart.
My shirt is drenched in cold sweat. Conversations around me turn into an unintelligible ringing in my ears. I'm so scared.
Everything has fallen apart.
The woman's face in front of me shows sympathy; it seems genuine, but I couldn't feel whatever emotion that's needed to care. The ringing in my ears grow louder, drowning out whatever the woman is saying. She sighs, touches my arm briefly and walks away. I stare ahead, conscious of how cold my hands have gotten.
Everything is a blur, a myriad of dizzyingly unclear mix of colors as, tears cloud my vision... until I hear it. His voice. Suddenly everything is brought into focus. I blink back tears and my vision clears. The ringing in my ears dissipate and I focus on the voice. His voice.
"...tonight is a memorable milestone for the company. I appreciate my team's collective effort in making this success possible." I narrow my eyes at the words on the bottom part of the television: "Business magnate attains first billion."
His handsome face is the focal point of the screen and his mouth curves into that smug, victorious smile that I've seen so many times. Flashes of cameras. Reporters shout question after question until a body guard shows up, shoves the paparazzis aside, and leads him away straight into a waiting Bentley. The TV screen changes, a picture of him in a dark suit is shown on the side as a reporter talks about his success. He looks as powerful and influential as ever. The rest of the world blurs, my vision and hearing are solely focused on his face. I turn my gaze away from the television and stare at my hands, balled into fists on my lap.
Everything has fallen apart.
My heart has just disintegrated into countless pieces. There's nothing left... just this empty void that I can feel in my chest. And as I stare at him more, I know. I know my heart won't be empty for long. It will be filled again—filled with hatred and pain.
Hatred for him.
Everything has fallen apart, and it is all his fault.
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Rogue
Romance*Not a werewolf story* Rogue: rōɡ/ noun A person whose behavior one disapproves of but who is nonetheless likable or attractive (often used as a playful term of reproof) Six years ago, Justine believed Gideon was her future; now she wants him to rem...
