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Chapter 49

Twaine's pov

I stood their for a while watching him sitting their quietly.

He was quiet and seemed to be lost in some deep thought. Whatever it was he smiled to himself and but his lower lip.

The background noises were a distant cacophony of city voices and cars, and a luring sound of birds and trees.

He was even more handsome and appealing as I only stared at the other side of his face.

God, I didn't deserve him. He was too good for me. Too good for me.  Through all the ups and downs he was still here.

Even when I had given him a thousand reasons to leave.

Even when I had told him I couldn't fight.

Even after he found out that I wouldn't bat an eyelid or think about him before I killed myself.

Our love, well my love for him was wild and chaotic, mad and ferocious.

He was a package of pure mischief and bad b

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