It’s hard to forget someone who gave you so much to remember. There were times when all I wanted to do was think about him, think about where I went wrong. Times when I found every single thing about him, no matter how stupid, cute. Not that it mattered anyway, he wasn’t with me anymore and I tried to be okay with that. My lips ached for his soft kiss, and my body, for the feeling of his body against mine. I closed my eyes and remembered every seemingly insignificant thing he did. The way he laughed, the way his eyes lit up when he saw me, his smile, his sheepish grin when I caught at him staring at me and of course, the look of complete and utter fear in his eyes when I dug my fingernails into his chest and ripped his heart out.
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