Step Brother (rewriting)
Such a silly, simple word that holds so much emotion. Emotion that could either lift you up, or break you down. I've learned that you aren't a hundred percent in charge of who you fall in love with. You don't control when you get those agonizing butterflies, or deadly chills. You can't, in no way, control your heart. I learned that the hard way.
Love destroyed me, turned me into someone I never wanted to be. It morphed me into thinking what I was doing was okay. But I couldn't only blame a simple feeling, or emotion. He broke me. Made me believe he truly did love me, and boy was I wrong.
It was all a game to him, and I was his playing piece. I trusted him with my heart. Instead of protecting it, he smashed it. He stole my heart and shattered it to pieces, leaving me broken with no way of surviving.
Love might have destroyed me, but Justin killed me.