His Ruthless Ex-Girlfriend

by bestdianneever
The most painful goodbye's are those which never said and never explained.

When he left, her world was once again back to black. She stayed still, waiting for his words of goodbye. Counting the days he was gone, letting the hours pass away. Like a flapping fragile butterfly against the dancing wind, she let her heart be broken.

If he loves her, if he cares, he should've find a way to tell her he's going to a place out there where even her soul cannot follow, instead, he kept silent.

......And she suffered in silence.

Two years, four months, still no words from him. And that's when she stopped believing.

It is the time when she needed to choose. Whether to still wait for him or just go on a new life. In those moments, she has to save herself. She has to stop from drowning and go up to keep breathing, to keep living. To keep the past burried and hidden. For she realized that once he left, there should be no turning back.

Love: A knife that slits your heart into thin pieces. Beware, it might kill you.

Her life was now torn into two: Past and present.

The present is where surprises are never ending, the life any girl could wish for, the life she never thought she could grasp. And the past, dead, worthless, her weakness.

........When a love story goes wrong and hatred was born, being ruthless is all you could think of....
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