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She laughs bitterly.
She’s never been one for crying. Only he was the one who easily brought it out of her. (Another bitter laugh.)
And here she is. Pathetically grasping, clutching onto some goddamn body pillow. A goddamn body pillow that was white as snow. And just as cold.
A chocked sob ripped itself from her throat.
Goddamn trickster. With his silvertongue and sweet, sweet words. She should have known better. Should have known he would betray not just her but everyone. Oh.... Such sweet, sweet words.
Such sweet, sweet lies.
He had no intention of coming back. He had no intention of coming back to her. She was a foolish, pathetic, naive little girl. Some mortal who gave him the perfect cover, the perfect lie to hide behind.
No. He never loved her. Not once.
It was a just one big lie. And she happily played along none the wiser.
What a sad, little fool. Oh, what a fool.