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The Heartbreaker's Game
#WritcoStoryPrompt57
You came across someone whom you thought was the "One", but instead just wants to purposely mess around. Write something that would turn this story into an explicit ending.
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You came across someone whom you thought was the "One", but instead just wants to purposely mess around.
As I gazed into their eyes, I thought I saw the spark of destiny. But little did I know, it was just a flicker of mischief.
We danced under the stars, our bodies swaying to the rhythm of deceit. Their lips whispered sweet nothings, but their intentions were far from pure.
I fell deep, entranced by the facade. But as the nights wore on, the mask began to slip. Their touch turned cold, their words laced with venom.
One fateful evening, I stumbled upon their truth. A trail of broken hearts, a history of manipulation. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks.
In a moment of raw anger, I confronted them. The air was electric with tension as we clashed in a fiery explosion of passion and betrayal.
"You played me," I spat, my voice trembling with rage.
They sneered, unrepentant. "You were just a game, a distraction. And now, you're just a memory."
With those words, something inside me snapped. I surrendered to the darkness, letting it consume me.
We collided in a fierce, animalistic embrace. The line between love and hate blurred, our bodies entwined in a primal dance.
In that moment, I knew I'd never be the same. The experience had left me scarred, forever changed.
As we parted ways, I realized that sometimes, the ones who hurt us the most are the ones we thought would heal us.
© Ade F'ayo
You came across someone whom you thought was the "One", but instead just wants to purposely mess around. Write something that would turn this story into an explicit ending.
.
.
.
You came across someone whom you thought was the "One", but instead just wants to purposely mess around.
As I gazed into their eyes, I thought I saw the spark of destiny. But little did I know, it was just a flicker of mischief.
We danced under the stars, our bodies swaying to the rhythm of deceit. Their lips whispered sweet nothings, but their intentions were far from pure.
I fell deep, entranced by the facade. But as the nights wore on, the mask began to slip. Their touch turned cold, their words laced with venom.
One fateful evening, I stumbled upon their truth. A trail of broken hearts, a history of manipulation. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks.
In a moment of raw anger, I confronted them. The air was electric with tension as we clashed in a fiery explosion of passion and betrayal.
"You played me," I spat, my voice trembling with rage.
They sneered, unrepentant. "You were just a game, a distraction. And now, you're just a memory."
With those words, something inside me snapped. I surrendered to the darkness, letting it consume me.
We collided in a fierce, animalistic embrace. The line between love and hate blurred, our bodies entwined in a primal dance.
In that moment, I knew I'd never be the same. The experience had left me scarred, forever changed.
As we parted ways, I realized that sometimes, the ones who hurt us the most are the ones we thought would heal us.
© Ade F'ayo
