So you take a breath and hold it in until your chest burns. You'll let it out and move on with your life. Everything will be exactly the same; only you'll trust people a little less every day. And that's okay. People aren't trustworthy anyways. You can't even trust yourself because you disappoint yourself more than anyone else ever can.
Fiction: General - Rated: T - English - Angst/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,005 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 12-7-12 - Complete