This story with contain lengthen and triggering stuff. So please don't real if you're triggered by some stuff. I'll have a warning in the beginning of a chapter just in case you skipped this a/n. Enjoy "Glass"
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He was sick. Very sick, actually.
Not like throwing up sick, but mentally sick.

He said he had "voices in his head".

I never even considered leaving him an option. And I'm glad I never did.

I did make mistakes though. And mistakes effected him greatly.

Like you're carrying a glass bowl, you trip, and you drop it. It shatters everywhere.

You manage to pick up the pieces, but ever so often a tiny piece of glass gets stuck in your foot.

That basically was our relationship.

We began dating, and he slowly become sick over time. The doctors didn't really know what was wrong with him. They thought he was schizophrenic, some thought he was insane, but they couldn't really give us a legitimate answer.
It was hard for me, but even harder for him.

He was always scared of me leaving him or not loving him anymore.

He would sometimes realize how he was acting and try to make me leave afraid of hurting me.

But I never did. And I never will.

This is the story I like to call...

Glass.

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Coming soon.