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This story isn't about meeting the man of your dreams, it's far from it, there no Prince Charming, no love. This story is about a girl who had to go through the stages of heartbreak, over and over again. It never stopped hurting, like most people, they tend to get over it with time, but this girl, tried with all her might to get over the one that broke her, but no matter what she did, or tried to forget them, they were always there, always a shadow of them in the corner of the darkness. There was no loving anyone else, because despite the pain that person put her through, her heart always remained theirs. No matter how much time passed. But what happens when that person eventually comes crawling back into her life, Will she let them in? Will she give them another chance? Or will she close the door in their face?
Who knows.

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"You broke my heart...But I still love you with all the little pieces."

(I don't know who wrote this). 

"You will never know the pain until you look into the eyes of someone you love, and they look away." – Unknown

"I don't know why they call it heartbreak. It feels like every other part of my body is broken too." —Terri Guillemets

"The worst feeling in the world is when you can't love anyone else because your heart still belongs to the one who broke it." – Unknown

"My heart no longer felt as if it belonged to me. It now felt as it had been stolen, torn from my chest by someone who wanted no part of it." – Meredith Taylor, Churning Water

"I gave you my heart; I just didn't expect to get it back in pieces." – Unknown

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My life isn't exactly boring, I mean, I live in Vegas, well maybe not exactly in Vegas, but more off the strip where it's in the middle of nowhere, but Vegas is literally right there! I moved out here when I wanted the quiet, I out lived my party days, and I wanted to become a responsible person, so I packed up my shit and took a little drive out here, and bam, I got a home! Well, it did take awhile to actually buy the house. I had a bit of money saved over the years. And your all probably wondering how old I really am, yeah, I'm not gonna get into that right now. You'll probably find out later though. So your probably all wondering what I do with my life out here in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, well, I do have a life, I have a job, I work at the school, I'm an assistant in the front office. I do all the paperwork shit, it's not much, and it's terribly boring, but then I get to go home and unwind from the day, or sometimes when I get off I go onto the strip, I may not be in my party stage anymore, but I still like to look around and do things. Like I said, I do have a life. I may not have many friends, seeing as I just moved here, but I do have some cool neighbors though. The Brewster's are cool people, Jane always waves to me when I have to leave for work, and Charley always comes into the office and says Goodmorning to me. So it's not all that bad. 

And if your asking, 'Do you have a love life?' Well, that's a bit complicated if you ask me, but after awhile I just thought it was time I took a break from men, I already got my heart broken once, and it hasn't exactly healed from the last time. So I'm trying to just relax and let things go it's course, I guess. It has been awhile, a long while, but I still think about him, I still think about the way we parted. But I try not to think about him, and I try to move on. I mean, it's life, right? I have to move on. And that's what I'm doing, I'm going forward in life and just trying to think about me for a chance. Even though it sounds a lot easier then it is. But I'm pretty sure I get new friends, new hobbies, I mean I like watching tv, going to the movies, even riding my bike outside. Even though I have a car. It is nice just to go out there and enjoy the sun, from where I'm from, or well the time I've from, it wasn't right for a woman like me to do these sort of things. But the times have changed, and I'm a changed woman. 

Oh and your probably wondering what my name is. 

I've changed it a lot lately, well just the last name. So people don't get suspicious over time. My name is Rosalie Celeste Williams, but you can just call me Rosie, it's nice to meet you.

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Rosalie's POV 

Ugh! I hate how long school days are, I hate it even more that I have to finish the paperwork that was sitting right in front of me, I glared at it, as if it were to catch on fire. I hate you. But I need this job. Well not exactly, I still got a lot more money for me to live on, but I need a life. I've lived an entire lifetime of doing nothing, and it was so boring! So I'm not going to do that again, I rather sit at this desk and just deal with the damn paperwork. Even though it only seemed to grow more then it disappeared. I sighed softly to myself, I really need to get out, I've been inside for too damn long. I need to get out there and do something. Maybe go to a bar or something. I may not be in my party stage anymore, but I do like to drink, I tend to drink my sorrows away. I know, it's not healthy. But you think I care? Drinking makes me forget, helps me forget him. And I rather wake up with a raging hangover then to remember his dumbass face. 

I was then snapped out of my thoughts. "Hey Rosie, hey, Rosie. Girl, snap out of it", I jumped when I heard my work colleague Anna Beth literally yell from across from me. She was a friend, I guess? We weren't like best friends or anything. But we liked to talk. I turned my head to look at her, I raised an eyebrow at her, wondering what she wanted, we both know we have to have these done, or else we'll have to do them together and plus the other paperwork that was assigned for tomorrow. I'm not about to be drowning in paperwork, I rather die. "What Anna? We both know if we're not finished by the end of the day, he's gonna have a cow", the 'He' I speak about is the principle, and is a total douchebag. He's old and mean, and just ugh. I'm still getting used to the slang these days, like the word cow can mean different things then just the animal. I watched as Anna rolled her eyes at my words. "Yeah, yeah, I just wanted to ask you something. After work, you wanna go get a drink, I'm dying to go out and do something", it was like she was reading my mind, it's crazy. I was literally just thinking about going out to a bar, and then not even five minutes later, she wants to go out to a bar tonight. It's crazy how we're not even best friends, and yet it's like she knows me. Maybe I should go out with her, maybe I should get to know her, maybe we can be more then just colleague's, maybe we can become friends. I thought it over, and I decided then and there, I would go out and get a drink with her. What harm could it do anyways? "Yeah, I'm down to go. What time do you want to go?", again, the slag was still new to me, but hearing these kids say things like that, I've learned pretty quickly. 

I saw a smile appear on her face, she seemed happy that I was going to go out with her. Hmmm. Someone that is actually happy to hang out with me. It's been awhile. "Great! Let's say around 7-7:30?", I hmm'd softly and looked back down at my paperwork, I started scribbling everything I knew on the paper. The sooner I get finished with these, the sooner I can go home and get ready. "Yeah, that's fine, where did you want to go?", there were a ton of bars out in Vegas, literally one on every corner. It's why people come to Vegas, either to drink, party, gamble, and have sex with people that aren't your significant other. Like people say 'What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas'. And I'm pretty sure Vegas has its fair share of dead bodies under the ground. But she just shrugged it off, she's seen her share of death, and it didn't fraze her as it used to. Death is death. It comes for everyone. Well, not everyone. "How about we go to the breeze? I heard it's a nice place, and I've been wanting to go, but no one really wanted to go with me, school and kids, you know? We're the only two people here that doesn't have kids", which is true, despite her being around for awhile, she just never thought about having kids. With the life she lived, she honestly didn't really want to bring kids into it. That and the fact that she only loved one man and only one man. But he was gone, he wasn't apart of her life anymore, they both made their choices. They were never going to cross paths, so why did she constantly think about him? After all this time, why? She didn't understand, why was he still on her mind, after all this time. He should have been apart of her past and long forgotten, and yet he stayed in her mind. She shook her head to make the thoughts go away, she didn't want to think about this right now. She had better things to think about then to think about her past. One she thought she was way done with, she thought that part of her was far, far, way, stuck in the back of her mind, never to be revisited, and yet, she constantly thought about it. About him. 

But I just shook it off, I didn't want to think about the past or the way he made me feel. I was done with him, and he was done with me, we made our choices, I made my choice, and that's over with. I have to keep moving on, just like everyone else. I nodded my head at Anna's words. "Yeah, that sounds good, I'll meet you there, okay? It would probably be best if we take Ubers though, so neither of us has to drive drunk", when I drink, I drink, I mean really drink, like I said, I drink to forget, okay? It may not be healthy, but it's how I do it, to keep going. I have my moments, but I just push through, just like everyone else does. Anna smiled at me again, damn, she really does have a big ass smile. Never noticed it before. "I knew I liked you, fun and safe", yeah, if only you knew, you wouldn't be saying I'm safe if you knew where and what I've been through. But I just shook that off too and went back to my paper work. I couldn't wait for tonight, I needed a drink, a really strong drink. 

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Okay, all nice and fancied up, well, not that fancy like I'm going to a ball, but wearing something I would definitely not wear to work. That's all I'm gonna say. My heels clicked against the concrete ground of the bar that I had just walked into, I could already smell the booze, and I could already see the fuck me eyes everyone was giving each other. Everyone was sitting a little too close to each other, like I don't think his lap is a seat, but who am I to judge? I rolled my eyes and continued to walk through the bar. My eyes landed on a spare bar stool that wasn't being used, so I went over and sat down. I sighed softly to myself and looked over at the bartender. He was helping someone else on the other side of the bar. I knew it was going to take awhile. So it wouldn't hurt to look around. So I did. I looked around, it was nice, it wasn't as fancy as the bars I've seen, but it wasn't a shitty bar either. It was like in the middle. I liked it. Even though everyone was trying to get into each others pants. I rolled my eyes, ew. 

I then noticed the couple a few seats away from me, were eating each others face. (Kissing) I scrunched my nose up, god, are they really trying to see who's gonna rip off who's face first? I remember when kissing was soft and gentle. Now it just looks like they're fighting and trying to rip each others faces off with their lips and teeth. 

I could feel his hands wondering over my body, his lips gently moving with mine, my hand gently cupping his cheek as we kissed. I giggled as he tried to get me out of the dress I was wearing. "I hate this dress, I think it would look better on the ground", he mumbled as he pulled away from the kiss. We both knew it was a secret between us, whatever was happening between us. The time and age, people wouldn't accept us with the way we were. So we had to keep it a secret. As soon as he ripped part of my dress off, his lips made contact with my neck and collar bone, making me moan softly at the feeling of his lips on my skin. I moaned his name as soon as he suckled on the skin of my collar bone. I was glad that my dress would cover the mark he had put on my body. Or else I wouldn't hear the end of it. I squealed softly as he picked me up and threw me on the bed. I giggled as I bounced, but then I watched as he hovered over me like I was his prey. His eyes were blown from lust, which was for me. "I'm going to make you mine", and that night, he did. 

I snapped out of my trance, or was it a memory? I didn't know. But then I noticed a tear rolling down my cheek, I quickly wiped it away so no one would see it. I hated how my mind conquers memories like that, I don't want to remember them, I don't want to remember him. I wanted to hate him, but how could I? He was the only man I've ever loved, and my heart belonged to him. But that was a long time ago, and yet, he still had my heart. I ran a hand through my hair, not caring if I messed it up, I wasn't looking for companionship tonight, I was looking to get drunk, and I'll punch anyone in the face if they think they can touch me in the way I don't want to be touched. I was once again snapped out of my thoughts, I really need to stop getting caught in my thoughts, it wasn't good for me. Especially when I get attacked with unwanted memories of him. So I needed to stop and focus on other things. "Hey beautiful, what can I get you?", oh it was just the bartender, okay. I looked up at the man on the other side of me, he was leaning over the bar, with a smirk on his face. Maybe he flirts to get extra tips or something. Maybe I should've gotten a job at bartending. I probably could have been good at it. 

I have the man a small smile. "Jameson shot, keep them coming, please?", I didn't know if he knew what was going on, but his smirk went away and he shot me a sympathetic look. Maybe he knew I wasn't really in the mood to be flirted with, maybe he was a good guy that was just looking for extra money, just like everyone else in Vegas. "You got it sweetheart", he gave me one last sympathetic smile and began making my shot of Jameson, which didn't take him long. And before I knew it, the shot of brown liquid was in front of me. I picked the shot up and downed it like a champ. I ignored the bitter and sharp taste that went down my throat, I've been drinking for a long time, and I was glad that they started improving their alcohol. I've seen people kill themselves by drinking too much, or when that time they banned alcohol, I don't remember what they drank when they banned alcohol, but there was a lot of bad stuff going on after they banned alcohol. I get alcohol wasn't the best thing to drink, but damn, you should've seen the way these people were when they did ban it. Your lucky you weren't there, because people got crazy. Let's say it was about 91 years ago, almost a hundred years ago that they banned it. Of course they brought it back. But you just had to be there. A lot has changed since those days. And I'm glad that I don't have to wear the stupid dresses anymore. I can freely move the way I want to, oh and I vote and do other things that men can do. It was a surprise to me when women were finally able to vote for the first time, and then women were able to get jobs and not stay at home and be housewives or mothers. And now, it seemed as if nothing happened, like women didn't fight for the right to do these things, it was as if women were always able to do these things, but I knew better, I know how it used to be. I lived through it. Again, you just had to be there. 

I then jumped when I felt a hand on my shoulder, I turned my head to see who it was, but calmed down as soon as I saw it was just Anna. I gave the woman a small smile, I almost thought she wasn't coming. "Hey Rosie, sorry, there was a lot of traffic coming this way, so it took longer then I thought. The Uber guy was nice though", I then watched as she sat down on an now empty seat. "So, what are we having?", maybe I can be friends with her, she seemed really cool, and really nice, unlike the other people at our work, who think they're too cool for us, or they gossip too much. That's why I usually stuck to myself, it was better to be by myself then to deal with people like that. But Anna seemed cool and nice, and unlike those other people, she doesn't gossip. I shrugged. "Just a few Jameson shots, might change it to something else, who knows, the night is young", Anna giggled at my words, she bumped her shoulder with mine. "Your cool, you know that. Your not like the other girls at work, all they want to do is gossip or they think they're too good to hang out with other people they work with. I swear. But anyways! I want a drink! I want a drink!", my eyes widened a bit when she got excited, whoa. Maybe she needed the alcohol more then I did. 

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By the two hour mark, we were both drunk, hanging onto the bar to keep us from tipping over or falling back, our voices could be heard for miles, our off key singing echoing in the air, but obviously we didn't care. We both swayed softly, the alcohol in our systems making us feel warm and giddy. But then Anna turned to look at me, her eyes going crossed, and then to the right and then to the left, and finally they looked at me. I giggled, this girl is definitely drunk off her ass, but so was I. "So.............why aren't you in the dating game? There has to be someone that you like, or at least want to take home for the night", she asked this so innocently, but there was so much behind why I didn't date or had one night stands. I cleared my throat and took a sip of my drink, which I don't even remember what it was. But I drank it anyways. I just shrugged, I didn't really want to get into it. But she kept insisting. "Come on! There is definitely something behind why you don't date, you gotta tell me", I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. I guess it wouldn't hurt to tell at least one person, I haven't told anyone about him in years. The last person I told about him was long gone, dead. But that person died of old age, so. 

"I guess I'm still healing from a broken heart. I really loved him, and I guess he just didn't want me anymore, and so we made our choices and went our separate ways, it still stings a little, I guess I'm just taking a break from men. I mean, who needs men anyways, am I right?", I turned to look at her for her input, but her smile was gone, and her eyes were full of sympathy and sadness, and that's when I realized that I had tears welling up in my eyes. Damn it! Damn you! This is why I don't like talking about you, you always ruin the god damn mood! I sniffed and wiped my eyes before the tears could roll down my cheeks. I've done enough crying over him, I'm not gonna cry anymore. "I'm really sorry Rosie, I know a broken heart really hurts, and I can tell you really loved him. Fuck him, who needs him, right? You got me. I know we're not really friends, but we can try to be, right?", I could feel the tears welling up again, but these were happy tears and I could feel a smile on my face. I sniffled softly. "Yeah, who needs him, I don't him, I'm so done with men", I was then attacked with a hug from Anna, and I didn't push away, I guess I really did need a hug. It was nice, even though we had to hold onto each other so we wouldn't fall off our stoles. 

Tonight was a good night. 

I got drunk, I made a new friend and I had a good cry. 

Best night ever if you ask me. 

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It was around almost one o'clock in the morning by the time I got home. I waved to the Uber guy that took me home, and I made my way up to my front door, or more like stumbled up to my front door. I was still pretty drunk. And the heels were not exactly the best things to wear while drunk. Maybe I should take them off? Yeah, I'll just take them off. I bent down and unstrapped my heels and kicked them off, I didn't care where they went, just as long as I got inside my house. But then something caught my eye, I scrunched up my eyebrows, what the hell? I thought that house was empty, I guess someone finally bought it, and what's with the huge trash can in the front yard? Eh. The guy or woman is probably doing something to the house, making it their home, to make it homey. Yeah, that reminds me, I need to get inside my own house. I turned back towards my front door and took my keys out of my pocket and then proceeded in trying to open my door. The word try was more like a understatement. My hands shook as I tried to fit the key into the hole. "Ugh. Come on, open damn it", I really wanted to punch the damn door, but I didn't want to damage my door and I didn't really want to hurt my hand. Because I knew I would definitely feel it later. 

It took me literally five more minutes, and then I was finally able to get the damn door open. I sighed in relief, I made sure to take the key out of the door and lock it, I may be drunk, but I wasn't stupid. I then stumbled my way upstairs, not bothering to turn any lights on. I was just wanted to go to bed. And that's what I did, the second I got to my room. I didn't change, I didn't shower, I didn't even brush my teeth, I would do all that in the morning, but for now, I was going to go to sleep. I felt gross, I felt wobbly, and I just wanted sleep. And it didn't take me long to fall asleep. But I still wondered, who bought the house? Why did they have that big trash can in the front yard? What were they doing to their home that had to have a big ass trash can in the front yard? I don't know. Maybe if I ever meet them, I can ask. 

But for now, I was letting myself submerge to the dark side, well sleep if you want to be technical.

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Rosalie's POV

I knew I was dreaming, I had to be, there was no chance in hell that this could be happening in the real world. Because right now, I was laying in a familiar bed, it was a long time ago, but it felt like yesterday. I could feel his hands on me, gently caressing my sides. My night gown lifted up softly, the cool air nipped at my skin, I watched as he placed his hands on my hips, gently caressing his thumbs over the skin of my hips, I inhaled softly as I felt his lips on the skin of my hips, gently placing small kisses here and there. He went higher and kissed the skin of my stomach, it made me feel all warm inside, he knew exactly what he was doing to me. And I hated it and loved it at the same time, because I knew this wasn't real, not anymore, it was just a memory that keeps coming up in my dreams. I hated it that it couldn't be real anymore, I hated that I missed his kisses, that I missed his touch on my body. 

And I hated that I missed him. 

I shouldn't, he's the one that left, he's the one that said he didn't want me anymore, he's the one that left, not me. He decided to go and leave, I was the one left with a broken heart. And yet, I still miss him, I do. And I hate that I do. But I can't help it, when you love someone that much, with all of your heart, you tend to miss them, even when you want to hate them for what they did. I closed my eyes tightly as I felt his lips go upwards, kissing any skin that he could with his lips, I couldn't help the soft moan as he pressed a few kisses to my breasts, he laid his face there for awhile, and it always made me laugh whenever he did that, he always said they were beautiful, he always loved my breasts, I couldn't tell you why, sometimes he would just press his lips to them or lay his head down on them, rather then to be intimate. He always made an excuse it was to listen to my heart beat, but I didn't know if I believed him about that. 

He then moved his head away from my breasts, his dark eyes meeting mine, I gently cupped his cheek softly, despite knowing that he was gone, and that this was a dream, I couldn't help but want to touch, to feel him, in any way I could. It's all I have left of him. My dreams are a blessing and a curse, a blessing because I see him every night, and a curse, because I knew it was just a dream. Every morning I wake up, and he's not there, and for awhile, I just lay there in bed and try not to cry. He's been gone for a long time, and yet, he still has his hold on me. He never leaves. "I love you", I whispered to him. And as much as I want to hate him, I always knew I loved him, from the day we met, I always knew I loved him. That I always would, no matter what happened. And in the end, I ended up the one in pain, with a broken heart, And a love that has been gone for a long time. I was the one alone in the end, because he didn't want me anymore, he said so himself, and I have been living with the fact that he doesn't want me anymore, it's not really living, I guess it's just trying to distract myself from him, but he's always there, in the dream world and in the real world. And even though he doesn't want me anymore, and even though he's not here anymore, I can't help but think of him, even when I don't want to. My heart was always his, and sadly he took it with him, he took my heart and my love. 

"I would burn the world for you", he didn't always said he loved me, he always said it in different ways, like that. And I wish more then anything, that it was true, that he hadn't stopped loving me, that he stayed with me, but he left, and he wasn't coming back. 

I nearly cried when I felt his lips on mine, pressing his soft lips to mine, I cupped the back of his head to bring him closer, I needed him, I needed more. And I knew in the end, that this is all that I would end up getting. 

Because this wasn't really anymore. 

It was a memory. 

A dream. 

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I woke up with a startle, my eyes wide and my forehead sweaty. I could feel my heart pounding against my chest. Holy shit. That dream. It felt so real, I could still feel his fingertips on my skin, I could still feel the warmth of his lips on mine. I closed my eyes and gently calmed myself, it's not real, it's not real, it's not real. Not anymore. He's not real, he's just a figment of your dreams, he doesn't want you anymore, no matter what the dreams say or do, he doesn't want you anymore, and I have to live with that. 

"Your not real anymore, I have to live with that. You don't want me anymore, and I'll have to live with that, I ended up being the one that got burned instead. Did you ever love me?", I always wondered, I always asked myself, even then, did he ever love me? Did he? Or was it just all fun for him? I wiped away the tear that rolled down my cheek, I didn't want to cry anymore, I was done crying, but he never leaves me alone, he's always there, on my skin, in my dreams, in my thoughts, in my head. He's everywhere, and there's no way to get him to go away. My eyes went to the jewelry box that sat on my dresser, I gulped. All the things he gifted me, sat in that jewelry, I didn't have the heart to throw it all away, but I couldn't wear it. I couldn't, I just couldn't. If I did, then I would just break my heart more then it already was, I would give myself false hope, hope that he would come back, to me. But I knew, after how long it's been, that he was never coming home, that he was never coming back to me. "I love you, even though you don't love me anymore, but I think it's time I move on. Like really move on, I can't drive myself crazy over you anymore, I'm done", I don't even know why I was talking to myself, see? I'm driving myself crazy over him and it needs to end. 

And it will end. 

Today. 

I got up from my bed and walked over to the jewelry box, I raised a shaky hand and used both hands to hold it. I sighed and slowly breathed out, and I opened it. And it took every bit of me to not cry, I wasn't going to cry. I wasn't going to cry. I'm not gonna cry. I'm done crying. But every piece of jewelry has a memory to it. I closed my eyes again, when I could feel his hands on the skin of my neck as he placed a necklace around it, the feel of his lips on the skin of my neck. No. 

No more. 

I can't. 

No more. 

I closed it and walked over to the closet in my room, I got on my tip toes and placed it on the top shelf of my closet. So I wouldn't have to look at it anymore. So I wouldn't wake up every morning and see it. It was time I did move on, like really move on, I have to stop thinking of him, I have to stop dreaming of him. Everything. Maybe it was time I started to date, to truly move on from him. Maybe someone can repair my broken heart. The heart that he broke. I looked at it one last time, my eyes welling up with even more tears. I let them go, just for this moment. It was saying goodbye to a part of me that I know I have to let go. Forever. "Goodbye. I love you, I always have and I always will, but it's time I move on. You aren't coming back, and I can't keep waiting in the past for you. I have to go my own way", I closed the door to the closet, and leaned against it, I let out a shaky sigh and closed my eyes. 

This was going to be a lot harder then I thought. 

But I have to. 

I have to move on. 

Or else I'll never leave the past. 

And I want to move on to the present and the future. 

It's my time.

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Rosalie's POV (A few days later). 

God! Why did I agree to work this job?! I'm so tired, my eyes hurt, and I'm pretty sure I can't feel my ass. And I forgot to bring my lunch, again! I was in a rush this morning, so I had to eat the school lunch, it was horrible. I shivered at the thought of having to eat that slop. I'm just glad I can come home and crash on my bed, but maybe I should eat something before I crash, oh a shower sounds really good right now. 

You would think paperwork was easy, yeah, that's what I thought too when I first got the job, but no, it's hell. Very much hell, you sit for hours, just staring at a packet of papers, having to read, write and read some more. One of these days I'm going to go blind from staring at these shitty papers, I should have gotten a job that had at least some excitement to it, not this shitty and boring job. Why did I get a job?! I have a lot of money saved over, so why did I get a job anyways. Oh yeah, so I wouldn't get bored at home all day, but I'm kinda regretting the job. Sitting at home would've been better then this. But I really don't want to put my two weeks in, because I'm lazy and I don't want to deal with people and them asking why I'm quitting. Ugh. Things were so simple back then, well, not everything, there was definitely some hardships back then, some of it I wouldn't want to relive through. But I'm just glad that I'm home and I get to eat, shower, and then crash on my bed. I was tired, my ass was pretty much still asleep, my bones hurt and popped from sitting in my place, I hated it. 

But as I was about to walk into my house, where I would have kicked off my shoes and face planted into the couch for like an hour before getting up to eat something and then take a shower, and then went to bed, but no, of course not, because my curiosity got the best of me, and like always, I turned to see what was going on, I could hear a familiar voice, my neighbors Jane and her son Charley, oh and there's Amy, Charley's kinda girlfriend? I guess. It's complicated. But anyways, they were talking to the new neighbor, hmmm, so it's a man, not because I was being stereotypical, but because I can see from here, that It was a man, digging into his front yard? What the hell is he doing? And why am I making my way over to them? Did I even want to meet the new neighbor? I sighed to myself, I guess it wouldn't be that bad to meet new people, I can't just hole myself into my house like a hermit. Hey, maybe he's cute, and maybe, just maybe he'll be my type. I really have to go with this whole new moving on thing. I'm allowed to look, I'm even allowed to date, because from here, I can tell he's cute, he's got black hair, and is it wrong to say that he looks hot with a dirty tank top on? No. I didn't think so. But I couldn't tell what his face looked like, I was still a bit far away, so I didn't know what his face looked like. I was about to though, and I really hope that I don't embarrass myself. It's been awhile since I flirted with a man, so I'm a bit rusty. 

I walked on the sidewalk, because it's considered rude to walk on peoples lawns. And I really think Jane cares about the appearance of this neighborhood, even though we're in bum fuck nowhere, well, technically it's not bum fuck nowhere, seeing as it's right outside Vegas. But still, the neighborhood is considered bum fuck nowhere, with all the desert around us. It's why I moved here, I didn't want to move into the city, I didn't want that life, I wanted something quiet, I wanted something peaceful. That's why I came here. But anyways, I was almost there, to where the others were. I put on a smile, to make myself seem friendly. I walked up to Jane and Charley, I placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Hey Jane! Hey Charley!", I was acting ecstatic to see them, they were good neighbors to talk to, so it wasn't that bad to see them from time to time. Jane turned to look at me and she gave me a big smile. "Hey Rosalie, it's good to see you, did you just come home from work?", I saw Charley looking at me, he gave me a awkward wave of the hand, and I just winked at him. Then I looked back at Jane and I gave her another smile. "I sure did, you wouldn't believe how tired I am, can you believe how many packets of paperwork I had to do today? I'm pretty sure I'm going to go blind. Today was a long day", of course I vented off about my paperwork, I needed someone to vent to, my job life sucked. "You need to get a better job, one that is actually exciting", I couldn't help but laugh at Charley's words, because they were true, I really needed to get a new job. A better job, a exciting job, one that won't make me go blind. "Charley!", Jane scolded Charley, I laughed again and shook my head, they were amusing to watch. Charley just shrugged. "Just saying the truth, even she knows I'm right", I mean, he's not wrong, he's just saying the truth, the cold hard truth. 

"I mean, he's not wrong. I really do need to find a better job", I shrugged, the people at my work, were what you would call, Karen's, or they think they're all that, they point their noses to the air and think their shit don't stink, news flash bitch, it does. But then I remembered we weren't alone, oh yeah, the new neighbor. "Oh yes, Rosalie, this is our new neighbor, Jerry. Jerry, this is Rosalie, she lives on the other side of me", I turned my head to look at our hot neighbor, ready to look him over, to get a eyeful, and see if he was my type. But then my smile disappeared and my eyes widened, and I froze. No. No. No. It can't be, it couldn't be. Why? Why? Why now? After all this time, why now? I could feel my eyes start to get glassy, but I won't let this douchebag see me cry. Not today. 

I knew my past would someday come to bite me in the ass. And it was standing right in front of me. Staring right back at me, with his dark brown eyes, that almost looked black. I once loved those eyes of his, I always loved how unique they were, but now, I just wanted to go run into my house and never come out. I could feel a shiver run down my spine as I looked at him, his eyes never left mine, I could see the shock in his eyes, I could see the recognition in his eyes, he knew, he knew it was me. Shit. Fuck. Ugh! But then he acted as if nothing happened, and he held out a hand to me, I gulped softly and looked down at his hand, his hands were dirty, but that wasn't what I was focused on, because I could remember all those times that his hands were on my body, my skin, every part of me was touched by those hands. I took a deep breath in and slowly let it out. "It's nice to meet you, Jerry", I then put my hand in his and shook his hand, but then he did something that shocked me. He brought my hand up to his lips and kissed the back of my hand. His eyes never left mine as his lips were on the skin of my hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you Rosalie", no, no it's not, you dumbass, asshole, motherfucker! You left! You fucking left! You fucking left me! You don't get to stand there and act cute! I won't fall for it again. 

I refrained from scuffing at him and yanking my hand back, I just gave him a fake smile, and he knew what my fake smile looked like, and he could see it now. Take that asshole, you don't get to come back into my life just like that, not after all this time. I won't let you. I pulled my hand back from his hand and turned back to look at Jane and Charley, oh and Amy, kind of forgot she was here. Oops. I gave them a smile, this time a real one. "Well, I better go, I forgot I let the stove on and the last thing I want is for my house to catch on fire. Goodnight Jane, Charley, Amy", I didn't even bother to look back at him. I didn't want to, I could already feel his eyes on me, which only caused another shiver to run down my spine, and I hated that it was a good thing. Damn it! I'm not falling for it again! Nope! Nope! Nope! He can go fuck himself! It took everything in me not to turn around and give him a piece of my mind, or to give him the middle finger. I didn't want unwanted questions from Jane, so I just turned and started making my way towards my house. I was half way to my house when I heard Jane talking to Jerry. "Sorry, it takes her awhile for her to get used to new neighbors. But once you get to know her, she's a real sweetheart", I scuffed, yeah right, I was done being a 'Sweetheart' to him. I once let him get to know me, and I regretted it, and I won't be doing it again. 

I can only go through one heart break.

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Rosalie's POV (A few hours later) 

I let out a sigh, getting ready for bed. Trying to forget what I saw today, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care. It's not like I'll see him, he goes to bed during the day, I'm at work most of the day, and it's not like he can come in, I've never invited him in. And yes, if your asking me if I know what he is, then yes, I do. I've known for a long time. But like I said, I don't care, I don't care. I can just ignore him, I can just pretend it's not him and just some random neighbor, I can do that, I can, and that's what I'll do. I'm great at ignoring people, and pretending they're not there. And that's what I'll do. 

I was in my pajamas now, getting ready for bed, I was so tired, I just wanted to go up to my bed and go to sleep. I'm a few minutes from passing out on the floor or the couch, which ever is closest. I took a sip of water, hmm, I stood there for a few seconds, my life is not easy, it never has been, I've done a lot to get to where I am now, and it took a lot out of me too. You wouldn't understand what I've been through, you wouldn't be able to walk in my shoes, for the lifetimes I've lived, they were not fun I'll tell you. That's why I try and keep the past in the past and keep trying to live in the present and future. But it's kinda hard when the past lives a few hours down from you. I sighed in irritation, why here? Why now? How did he even know I was here? It couldn't have been coincidental, things are never coincidental with that man, they just aren't. But then why did he look surprised to see me? Did he not know I was going to be here? If not, then why did he choose this bum fuck place? This place doesn't seem like him, so why? There were so many why's that I wanted answers to, but I knew I couldn't get them, I knew I could only get the answers, was by asking them, and I was not about to ask that man for anything. He was lucky I even let him touch me. He's lucky I didn't burn him in his place, he stood there as if he didn't know me, I'm pretty sure that was for Charley's and Jane's benefit though. I saw the recognition in his eyes, I know that he knew it was me. I haven't changed since the last time we've seen each other, but even if I had, he would know my scent anywhere, with a nose like his, of course he would, I could change my hair, my hair color and makeup, but I knew that man would know me, just by scent. And I hated it. I'm just glad he hasn't tried coming up to my door yet, but why would he? He didn't want me, he said so himself, he wanted nothing to do with me, so I'll pretend like I don't know him. He may be pretty, but he's a piece of shit, and I ended up the one being hurt in the end. 

So no thank you. 

I don't care if Jane or any of the other women on this God damn block thinks he's hotter then hell, that's where he'll be going if he even thinks about touching me again.  I would've been fine with the handshake, but he went too far with kissing the back of my hand, I grit my teeth in anger, he did that all the time back then, it was a normal thing for men to do that, but I won't let him touch me with his dirty hands. I closed my eyes and I took a deep breath through my nose and slowly let it out. You will get through this, you will, you've gotten through everything else. This is just another obstacle, it'll be a piece of cake. 

Yeah right. 

I was just trying to convince myself. 

I opened my eyes when I heard a knock on my door, I scrunched up my eyebrows in confusion. I looked at the oven, there was a clock on it, it was late, around 10:30, so who could that be? It couldn't be charley or Jane, and I didn't really talk to anyone else, I was a bit of a hermit, so I didn't really talk to anyone else. So who was it? I walked out of the kitchen and made my way towards the door, I grabbed the bat from behind the couch, just in case, you never know these days. I gripped the handle of the bat in my hand, ready to strike at any second. I grasped the handle in my hand and turned it, I opened it, and I really wish I hadn't. Fuck. I really had to fucking jinx myself, didn't I? My nose flared at the person on the other side of the door. "Go fuck yourself", I spat at him and slammed the door in his face. I could feel my heart pounding against my chest, but it wasn't in fear, but mostly adrenaline. I was not facing my fucking past again, fuck that! He can go fuck himself for all I care! I leaned against the door, I took a few deep breaths in and out. "Rosie, please", my jaw clenched at the name he Called me, I could feel my teeth grit together in anger again. I gripped the bat in my hand tighter. I opened the door, almost breaking the hinges off of the door with my anger. "You have a lot of nerve calling me that! Showing up at my doorstep, I know this won't hurt you, but it'll give me great pleasure hitting you with it, so you better fuck off before I make you", I spat in his face, I ignored his pretty face, I wasn't about to get distracted by it again. I was not the same person I once was, she was long gone. But then I watched closely and intensely as he tried to reach out to me, trying to touch me, but couldn't, because I didn't invite him in. Hmf! Serves him right! I glared at him, he can't just stand there, looking pretty and not act like he didn't leave all those years ago! 

"Serves you right, asshole! You don't get to come back into my life, not after what do you did!", I spat at him again, trying to get it through his thick ass head that I wasn't going to be at his beck and call anymore. I wasn't his booty call anymore. Of course it wasn't called that back then, but it is today. He got as close as he could get, I sneered at him, try me bitch. You can't get through the doorway. Vampire, remember? "Rosie, princess, please. Please let me explain", I could feel my eye twitch, princess? Who the fuck is he calling princess?! Because it sure as hell ain't going to be me. "Explain? Really, you want to explain? Explain what, huh Jerry? What do you want to explain? Why you left? Why you told me those things? You want to stand there and try and tell me you love me? No. You used me like a cheap whore! You never loved me! If you did, you would have never said those things to me! So No, you don't get to explain anything, because I won't believe the bullshit coming out of your god damn mouth, now get off my porch, or I'll convince the whole neighborhood that your a bad guy, and we both know you are, now GO AWAY!", I wanted him to go away, far, far away. I didn't want him here. But maybe I shouldn't have stepped a little too close, well, I was trying to act defensive and act like I was about to bash his stupid cute head in. It'll be the least of his worries. But the next thing I know, I felt his hands grab me, and I was suddenly pinned to the wall of my house. 

I winced and clenched my eyes closed when I felt his nose against the skin of my neck, I tried to struggle, to get out of his hold, but I wasn't as strong as he was, he had my hands pinned to the wall, so I couldn't cast a damn spell on him, damn, I should've casted one when I was inside the house. Fuck. I gasped softly when he dug his nose deeper into the skin of my neck, along with his lips, I gulped. But as seconds went by, he never opened his mouth, he didn't bite down and drink from me. What the actual fuck is he doing? Has he gone mad? He must have. "Did you miss me, huh sweetheart?", he whispered against the skin of my neck, I really wish someone would come out and see what was going on, and try and help me, but I knew it would be useless. Seeing as it was dark, and he was a vampire. So we both know how that would turn out. I huffed at his words, miss him? Please. "In your dreams, now fuck off", I tried yanking my wrists from his, but he only gripped them tighter. And he only chuckled, the smug bastard, he's playing with me, just like before. I felt as he nuzzled his nose into the skin of my neck again, I stood still as I could. Who knows what he has planned for me. "Come on Rosie, I know you missed me, I can smell it. Your body missed me, you could never hide that from me", his hands felt my wrists and started making their way down my body, it gave me goosebumps, but in a good way. Damn it! No! I could feel his hands stop at my hips, bringing me closer to him, to where my body was pressed against his. I gulped again when I felt his body against mine, even with his clothes on, I could feel him against me. "I missed you", he whispered to me. But that's what snapped me out of my trance, now that he let go of my wrists, I was able to force him away from me, he didn't end up falling on his ass like I wanted him to, but I was able to get him away from me. I glared at him again, now I was pissed off, what the fuck did he want? I wasn't in the mood to play. "What do you want Jerry? I'm not in the mood to play. Now tell me why your really here", I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him, daring him to touch me again, next time, he was going to die in a ball of fire. I'll make sure of that. 

He sighed and tried getting closer to me, but I just shot him a dirty look, which told him to stop walking. "I'm here to talk, I want to explain why I left, I had a good reason for me leaving, just listen to what I have to say", I wasn't amused, he really thinks I'm gonna believe a single word that comes from his damn mouth? Ha. Yeah right. I crossed my arms over my chest, showing him that I was not amused. And he could tell just by the look on my face that I wasn't amused. "You really think I'm going to believe a single word that comes out of you damn mouth? You must have really gone mad if you think that", for a second I took a chance to look at him, hmm, he hasn't changed since the last time I saw him, the day before he left me, that stupid smug face of his, using his hotness to trick girls, while I was stupid enough to fall for his tricks, but not anymore. I'm done playing his games. He stood there, knowing If he moved, I would only shoot him another glare. "Rosie, sweetheart, you have to believe me, I left because I was trying to protect you", but I cut him off as he was talking, protecting me, huh? Protecting me from what? From him? Please. I rolled my eyes at him and shook my head. "Come on Jerry, you really want me to believe that? If you were protecting me, then from what, huh? Yourself. Don't be smug you dumbass, there's nothing to protect me from, especially not you", I can't believe he's using that as a excuse for leaving, he really wants to use that excuse, well, I'm not fucking falling for it this time. 

But I guess my words only made him angry. I could see his eyes turn a pitch black color, the entirety of his eyes turned black, no color to it. "Damn it Rosalie! Listen to me! I left to protect you, because when I was turned, I wanted nothing more then to bite you, to claim you, to mark you as mine. Vampires have these things called mates, and vampires usually want to either turn or claim their mates with their bite. But with you being you, my bite would kill you. And with every passing moment, it was getting harder and harder to keep myself from biting you. So I left, I didn't want to hurt you", it was a good thing I placed up a spell, so no one could hear our conversation, or else it would have been a little awkward to explain vampires. But I grew angry, I could feel my jaw clenching in my anger, that's why he left? That's why he left?! "So, you left me for 365 years, because of that? Of course you did, God, your pretty, but your so fucking stupid. You know that? You really are. You think your bite kills my kind, where the hell did you get that from? You idiot. A vampire bite doesn't kill witches, it kills werewolf's! I don't know where the hell you got your knowledge, but your so wrong, you could have fucking asked me about it! Instead of fucking leaving! But you didn't, and I placed a spell on my body, so your bite wouldn't turn me. Your bite is useless, but you wouldn't know that. Because for 365 years, you thought that it would kill me. Of course I had to fall for the pretty but stupid one", and if your just tuning in kids, yes, I am a witch, and he is a vampire. I've been alive just as long as he has. I'm an immortal witch. So I don't age. I stopped aging at 22 years old. 

I turned away and started making my way back into the house, I was done, I was tired, and I really didn't want to deal with all this bullshit. I was done listening to his excuses, and I just wanted to get into my bed and forget all about this. But of course that's not something he would let me do. Of course he wouldn't let me be. I was again pinned to the wall of my house, his face really close to mine, his body pressed again mine. I could feel my breath picking up, it was heavy, what was he going to do? Drain me dry? Now that he knows that he can't turn me? But the next thing he did, was not something I expected. Well I should have seen it coming. His lips were suddenly on mine, pressing passionately against mine, and I couldn't help but gasp into his mouth as he kissed me so hard and passionately. Your all probably thinking I shouldn't let this happen, that I should throw him off of me. But think about it, I haven't had this man's lips on mine in 365 years. And I'm pretty sure I'm in shock from the sudden kiss. I moaned softly as he ran his hands up and down my body, high and low, and then wrapping his hands around my ass and pressing me against him deeper. I could feel how hard he was against me, his fingers dug into my ass deeply, and I couldn't but moan again as his tongue met mine. My heart was going crazy, and I'm pretty sure he could hear it too. 

I finally caved in and dug my hands into his hair, gently tugging on it, pulling him deeper into the kiss. God. Did I miss his lips on mine. I didn't even realize he was moving us until he sat down on one of my porch chairs, and I was now sitting on his lap. His hands again running up and down my body, but his hands went up my shirt, so his hands would touch my skin. I moaned into his mouth at his touch. His lips soon left mine and started pressing kisses on the skin of my neck, suckling on the skin, I'm pretty sure I'm gonna have a hickie later on, but at this moment, I didn't really give a fuck. I pressed on the back of his head, pressing him closer to me, it was as if I needed him like I needed air. He slowly pulled away and looked at me. A smirk slowly forming on his lips. "See, I told you. You did miss me sweetheart", of course his smugness had to ruin it. I rolled my eyes, his smugness will get him nowhere. "I didn't miss you at all, I stopped missing you after the first hundred years. You know long it's been since I've been touched like that? Not since you left, I haven't let another man touch me, because I thought you were coming home! But you didn't! You didn't come home! You left and you never looked back! You said harsh words, and you think I'm just gonna forgive you for them? You can go to hell if you think that. You don't get to come back into my life after you've been gone for that long! You've been gone longer then we were together! And yet I still fucking loved you! And you didn't give a flying fuck. You were right Jerry, it was all just fun and games, you never loved me, and that's fine", I glared at him, and turned around and made my way into my house, but he grabbed my hand in his. I turned my head to see him kneeling on his knees. "I would burn the world for you”, as if he thought those words actually had meaning to it. I scuffed and tore my hand from his. “Yeah, and you burned me along with it. There’s no meaning behind those words anymore”, and I walked into my house, slamming the door behind me. 

I was done getting burned. 

I should have never let him kiss me. I was so damn stupid to let him. But I haven’t felt his lips on mine for so long. I let myself melt into him, just like I did before, I let myself break my walls down for a split second, and I shouldn’t have. But no more. I was done getting burned, and now it’s my turn to burn him back. The old me that waited a hundred years for him, is gone. She is long gone, she disappeared the second she knew he wasn’t coming back. And now I’m the one standing in her place, and he doesn’t know this me, but he’s about to. And he won’t like it one bit. 

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Rosalie's POV (The next day)

I could barely concentrate on the stack of papers in front of me. How could I? When the man I've loved my whole life has finally showed up after so long? She he thinks he can just walk back into my life, just like that? Oh hell no! Fuck that! I will no longer fall for Jerry Dandridge's tricks again, he can go fuck himself for all I care! Or walk into the fucking sun, I don't care anymore! 365 years, 365 years! He's been gone from my life! That is basically three lifetimes that he's been gone. So I basically lived three lives without him, HA! That actually sounds pretty fucking sad if you ask me. Real fucking sad. I sighed heavily and grit my teeth angrily. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him so fucking much! "I know paperwork isn't the best job to do, but you don't have to glare at it like it's killed your best friend", I turned my head and saw Anna Beth looking at me with a amused smile on her lips. I sighed heavily again. "Hi Anna Beth", I said softly to her. I really wasn't in the mood to talk, but I know she's gonna wanna know why I'm like this. So let's just get this over with. "So, what's got your panties in a twist?", she asked him. I sighed again and sat back in my seat. I really didn't want to say anything about what's got me in a mood. But I really wanted to rant. But should I tell her? Well, obviously not all of it. I'm not stupid. Not like HIM! I can tell her a little bit. "You know that boyfriend I had before, the one I told you about?", Anna Beth nodded her head. "The boyfriend that broke your heart and is the reason why you don't date or hook up with anyone?", she asked me. I raised an eyebrow at her words. Jesus. Am I really that predictable?

I ran a hand through my hair. "Yes, him", I said to her in a defeated tone. It was her turn to raise an eyebrow at me. "What about him?", she asked me. I sighed heavily and dramatically and face planted my desk. "He's my new neighbor", I mumbled, but I'm pretty sure she was able to hear me. It was quiet for a moment, a long moment. I'm pretty sure she's trying to look for the woods to say to me, to try and comfort me. "Oh..........Rosalie, I'm so sorry, date really screwed you over, didn't it?", she said to me. Wow, not very comforting, but the cold hard truth. Fate really did fuck me over. I hmm'd softly. "Yep", I mumbled softly. Why was this my life? I mean, I've lived three lifetimes, why did he come back in the third life? After 300 and something years, he finally comes back? I got some shitty luck, or fate is really fucking with me this time. "He tried to act as if everything was okay and walk back into my life, like he didn't break up with me", I mumbled softly into my desk. I didn't feel like raising my head from my desk yet. I heard Anna Beth hiss at my words. "That really is a douche move", she said to me sympathetically. I sighed and nodded into my desk. "It really is", I mumbled softly. I sighed one last time and pulled my head back up. "But you know what? I'm gonna do what I do with everything else that's shitty in my life, I'm just gonna ignore him", I said to her. I know it didn't seem like the greatest outlet to use. But I have too much built up inside me, and if I suddenly just it go? Yeah I don't think we want to go there. I have about 300 years worth of shit built up, it's not pretty. And I don't want to get into it anyways. "You know, that's not really healthy to do", Anna Beth said to me. I turned to look at her, she was giving me a sympathetic look, I grumbled under my breath. "Yeah well, I got too much shit built up inside to just let it out, you don't want to see me when I do, it won't be pretty", I told her truthfully. I then went back to the stupid paperwork that I had in front of me. The whole time, I tried to keep his stupid cute mug out of my mind. And believe me, it was a hard thing to do.

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By the time I got home, I just wanted to fall face down into my lawn and take a dirt nap, I was so drained, physically and mentally and maybe emotionally. I could barely make it out of my car, I sighed loudly as I locked my car and made my way around the car. It was already mid evening, so the sun wasn't in the sky, but it wasn't night time yet, if that made sense. "Rosie", I froze, fuck! Really?! Can't I have a fucking break here?! I didn't bother to turn around. "Not really in the mood to deal with you Jerry, I'm too tired to deal with your bullshit", I mumbled under my breath, but I knew the asshole would hear me.

"Princess, please", I grit my teeth as I heard him use that fucking nickname again. "Don't fucking call me that Jerry", I spat at him. I turned around and glared at him, damn it! He was wearing all black, and it was messing with my mind, no! I'm not weak! I am not weak! His sexiness can not control me! "You can go fuck yourself, because I do not care", I spat at him angrily. He tried getting closer to me, but I held out a hand to stop him. "I will not fucking hesitate", I hissed at him. He knew I wouldn't hesitate to use my powers on him. He gave me those same puppy dog eyes that he used to give me. But I won't let them control me, fuck that! "Rosie, please, let me explain", he said to me. I laughed bitterly and shook my head. The nerve of this asshole! "No, I won't, because I don't want to hear the bullshit that comes out of your mouth, I won't believe it, and frankly, I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear the fucking excuses that you have for leaving me, for 365 years! For saying the shit that you said to me! For fucks sake! You said you didn't want me, that you didn't love me! A person can't come back from that shit, you broke my heart, you piece of shit", I hissed at him angrily. I was glad that I put a spell around us, so no one would see us or hear us. Because it would look really suspicious to see two neighbors that are supposed to not know each other, yell at each other like they're past lovers, which we were!

I pointed my Pointer finger at him. "You stay the hell away from me, and you leave the fucking neighbors alone too! Or I will not fucking hesitate to send your ass to fucking hell", she hissed at him angrily. But again, he was a dumbass, god damn it! He really was fucking pretty, but he was really fucking stupid! He got too close and he placed his fucking hands on my shoulders, and I didn't fucking hesitate, I flipped him over, and he landed on his back. I bent down to his height. "I told you Jerry, don't fucking touch me, don't come near me, and leave me the fuck alone", I hissed in his face. I then stepped over him, and I continued walking up to my front door. But I didn't even make it to the past the lawn. I yelped and fell on my face on the grass. "Listen to me, you beautiful stubborn woman!", he yelled at me. I groaned in irritation, he really was fucking stupid! I flipped over and glared at him. "You really are fucking stupid, aren't you?", I snapped at him. I sat up and glared at him again. I brushed off my clothes and started to get up. "And why the hell would I listen to a word you say?", I spat at him. Again, he got too close. "Because, I love you", he told me. This time I fucking laughed loudly in his face. "You really think I'm gonna believe that shit? This coming from the man that told me he didn't love me? You got some balls on you to say those words to me", I hissed at him angrily.

I could tell I was pissing him off. I could see his eyes turning to his vampiric black. Oooo! Very scary! Not. He got closer to me and gripped my upper arms. "I already told you the reason why I left, why can't you understand that?!", he yelled at me angrily. I sneered at him angrily. This motherfucker, really? That stupid ass reason he gave me for leaving, was fucking stupid. "That stupid ass reason you gave me for leaving me for 365 years, when you could have came to me! Instead of fucking leaving me! I would have fucking told you! A vampires bite doesn't fucking kill witches! It kills werewolves, you fucking dumbass!", I yelled in his face. His face got closer to mine, and I could see his fangs peeking out from his lips. "I didn't know! Okay?! I didn't fucking know! I left so I could protect you, from myself, I didn't know, and I didn't bother to come to you, because I didn't know if I could control myself around you! You think I wanted to leave you? You think I wanted to say those things to you?! I didn't want to be the reason I killed the love of my life! I didn't fucking know! I fucked up, okay? I know! You've been on my damn mind all these years, not once did I forget you, all these years, I regretted leaving you, all these years, I hated myself for saying those things to you, if I could go back and take it all back, I would!", he yelled at me. I just stood there, listening to him. To every word he said to me, I could hear the sound of my heart beat in my ears and I'm pretty sure he could too. I gulped harshly. I was dumbfounded, I was speechless. I could feel tears well up in my eyes. And your probably thinking, am I really going to forgive him after all these years? After 365 years of thinking he didn't love me? That I would forgive him that easily?

Fuck no.

I scuffed and shook my head. "And yet you still did it, you made me believe for 365 years, that you didn't love me, that you didn't fucking want me, you hurt me, so fucking bad, I don't want to hear your excuses, I don't want to hear anything come from your lips, I am not the same girl you once knew, she died the same day you fucking left", I snapped at him angrily. I then turned and started walking towards my front door. And this time, I wasn't stopped, because I put a barrier between me and him. I was done, I was fucking done.

I was fucking done.

I didn't turn around and look back. I slammed my door shut and that was that.

I was done with his shitty excuses.