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I wished I could wake up. But you can’t wake up from reality. You can’t wake up from a sad truth. I wanted to cry. I wanted to lock my door and die. But I couldn’t. I knew the boys would knock down my door in a heartbeat if they knew. If they knew what he had done.
I felt dirty. I felt used. I felt alone.
I laid underneath my white sheet that hid the naked truths; the bitemarks, the bruises, and my empty eyes. He did this to me, and I couldn’t even set the blame on him.
I wanted to wallow in my pain. To have a meaningful cry. I wanted him to come back, and say something that’ll wash away my tears.
But he didn’t. He didn’t come back. Castiel proved to me that one night stands were for people who couldn’t feel, and that he was one.