The Art of Breaking

Prologue:

Life's a funny thing, I realized. You can plan it all out, plan on how you want or think it should go. But I'm pretty convinced now that no one has control over how it all turn's out. I, myself, never pictured that I'd end up where I am now. Feeling completely alone. But it's more of a self-imposed isolation. And I have no right to complain about it. Life was throwing me curve ball after curve ball, but how I decided to act on it, that's all me. I made my decisions, I made my bed and now I have to sleep in it. Everyday, hour, minute, I try to convince myself, over and over, that it was for the best. That I left knowing, thinking, hoping, I was making the right decisions. For him.

Because everything I was doing was for him. I hoped one day he'd see that I was right to leave. And one day he could look back on everything and realize that I did it all so he'd be happy. That's all I want, even if it breaks me in the process.

A/N: To those who actually read this!

This isn't my first time writing, but it is the first story I've ever written that wasn't a Fanfiction. And not having all the characters already so described and knowing how they'd act in certain situations and stuff like that is hard. Because I'm having to come up with my own characters, and now I have way more respect for authors going through the writing process lol.

Anyway, I don't know exactly about updates, I'm slowly working through this so I guess we'll kinda be reading through this story together :)

Hope you read and enjoy

Love, Mo