Quotes added on Friday, October 26 2012
No game has two winners
There always one winner
So get the game
There always one winner
So get the game
He told me this:
Maybe you're not the hotest girl on this planet, but that doesn't matter. You can't compare yourself to someone who you can't be. If you see someone who you think is prettier then you, then you might be right, because you aren't perfect. Neither are they. Maybe they look at you and think the same thing that you think.
Lyra, you can't win. You can only be you.
Maybe you're not the hotest girl on this planet, but that doesn't matter. You can't compare yourself to someone who you can't be. If you see someone who you think is prettier then you, then you might be right, because you aren't perfect. Neither are they. Maybe they look at you and think the same thing that you think.
Lyra, you can't win. You can only be you.
Don't Make A promise
You aren't going to keep
It sucks
to
suck...
just saying.
One in a Million
*Chapter One Hundred & Fourty-Three; Part One*
Liam's POV:
After my shower, I
pulled on some
sweatpants and got my
things together for
tonight. I always felt
guilty and sick for
meeting up with
Danielle, but I
couldn't bring
myself to stop. This
was out of character
for me; I never thought
I'd be the one to
cheat in a
relationship. And I
wouldn't have
cheated if I could find
happiness in either of
my situations, but I
can't.
My suitcase was packed lightly for a four day visit. I was meeting up with her in Wolverhampton, as usual, and then we'd spend our time either out doing something or in her flat. Most of the times, we stay in her flat, trying not to be spotted by the press.
As I was almost done, I realized I left my phone downstairs in the kitchen. I jogged down to get it in just my sweatpants, whistling a chipper tune. When I reached the kitchen, my heart stopped beating in my chest and my breath became heavier.
Amber was sitting at the table under the dimmed kitchen lights with my phone in her hand. I saw her eyes were puffy and red with her mascara leaving black streaks down her flushed cheeks. She couldn't even look at me, nor I at her, so I took a seat across from her at our small, round table.
"How long?" She managed to mutter to me, in a low, hushed tone. I finally looked up and noticed her blue eyes were still transfixed on the phone screne, still unable to look at me.
"Since Grace and Finn's wedding." She pinched her eyes shut, tight, and bit down on her bottom lip as hard as she could. "About a month afterwards, I ran into her at the store and we started to reconnect. It just went from there."
We sat in silence for quite some time before her voice cracked through the stiff air, "Does this effect your relationship with Miracle?"
"Honey, it doesn't change anything about our family." I reached out for her hand, but she pulled it back as hard as she could before I could touch her. She shot her eyes beyond me and stared at a wall; probably at the picture or Lilli sitting on the sofa holding Miracle when we brought her to my parent's house.
"I don't care about our relationship right now, Liam." She groaned out at me, shaking her fists in the air like how she did when she was angry. "I care about whether this makes you love your daughter any less."
"Of course not. I love Miracle regardless of anything and everyone." I slammed my hand down on the table and raised my voice a bit. The air grew stagnant again and all you could hear was the sounds of our lungs working so hard to let air in and out of of chests. I stared at her, waiting for her to say something to me.
My suitcase was packed lightly for a four day visit. I was meeting up with her in Wolverhampton, as usual, and then we'd spend our time either out doing something or in her flat. Most of the times, we stay in her flat, trying not to be spotted by the press.
As I was almost done, I realized I left my phone downstairs in the kitchen. I jogged down to get it in just my sweatpants, whistling a chipper tune. When I reached the kitchen, my heart stopped beating in my chest and my breath became heavier.
Amber was sitting at the table under the dimmed kitchen lights with my phone in her hand. I saw her eyes were puffy and red with her mascara leaving black streaks down her flushed cheeks. She couldn't even look at me, nor I at her, so I took a seat across from her at our small, round table.
"How long?" She managed to mutter to me, in a low, hushed tone. I finally looked up and noticed her blue eyes were still transfixed on the phone screne, still unable to look at me.
"Since Grace and Finn's wedding." She pinched her eyes shut, tight, and bit down on her bottom lip as hard as she could. "About a month afterwards, I ran into her at the store and we started to reconnect. It just went from there."
We sat in silence for quite some time before her voice cracked through the stiff air, "Does this effect your relationship with Miracle?"
"Honey, it doesn't change anything about our family." I reached out for her hand, but she pulled it back as hard as she could before I could touch her. She shot her eyes beyond me and stared at a wall; probably at the picture or Lilli sitting on the sofa holding Miracle when we brought her to my parent's house.
"I don't care about our relationship right now, Liam." She groaned out at me, shaking her fists in the air like how she did when she was angry. "I care about whether this makes you love your daughter any less."
"Of course not. I love Miracle regardless of anything and everyone." I slammed my hand down on the table and raised my voice a bit. The air grew stagnant again and all you could hear was the sounds of our lungs working so hard to let air in and out of of chests. I stared at her, waiting for her to say something to me.
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