|𝟑𝐱 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃|
In this touching coming of age drama, 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐄𝐋 goes through life in search of answers that no one can supply him with. When he discovers the source of his pain and the seemingly obvious remedy, he decides to end his own l...
After three months of working at your poetry café and living in your place upstairs, Page finally gathered the courage to warn me about you. I should've listened. I should've headed her words with a better ear than the one I gifted her.
Alas, that's not how these things played out.
I didn't listen because I was too wrapped up in you. Quill, you had quite the way with words. And you knew it too.
You knew exactly what to say to get me to let my guard down. You knew exactly how to smooth talk me into sharing a bottle of wine. You knew exactly what to do to get me to play Stella for you.
In the bedroom. Only ever in the bedroom could Stella be free. Only then could Stella wear makeup and pretty dresses and curl the growing waves of black hair.
You made Stella feel dirty. You made Stella feel wrong. You were the one that tried to hide Stella away in your weed scented room. You gave Stella they and them when deep down, Stella wanted she and her. You forced this "them" label where it did not belong.
And it stuck. In my evolving mind of confusion, it stuck. They. I never wanted they. But, it stuck. It stuck.
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