The Wicked Sting

I used to be that girl. Before loving you. The daydreamer who believed in fairy tales. And I knew I was right to have faith when a moment of serendipity led me to both of you. The three of us were blissfully happy, until your lies were exposed and the dream faded. Now I know that falling in love was just the point of impact, a single moment when life veered dangerously off course. Now I'm that girl. After loving you. The one you once made strong but left broken in the wreckage of our happily ever. Yet here we are again in another time, in another place. Only instead of taking your heart, I take a bullet. I should have stayed far, far away, but how do I move on when all roads lead me back to you? Contains mature themes.