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Her mercy to His penitence

"Don’t do it love! Please. Am sorry I hurt you. How can I live without you? Forgive me. " The girl stood at the cross road. Tears streamed down her pale cheek as she debated between listening to his pleas or to her heart. She was tired and could no longer take any of it. He took everything from her yet she stayed until she felt that her soul was no longer alive. Each pain he caused chipped a little at her soul until there was nothing left to give. She was now an empty soul that was hanging on a thin thread. She was only breathing, but being alive never counted as living. It was time to let go. She closed her eyes and run in to the middle of the road. A loud screech was heard as her blood painted the black tarmac red. Nooo….. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@ NOTE: This work is on-going and not yet edited. DISCLAIMER The cover was made by my darling sister, @Bash. The images used is attributed to the rightful owner. Join my Discord if you wish to interact with me and discuss the characters. https://discord.gg/jJeBuJN8 If you like my writing, you can always buy me coffee. It would be appreciated. https://ko-fi.com/kittenbunny

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Worry

Enzo has not been the same since the show. The things he discovered were beyond more than he could take. No matter what had happened to him, it didn't hurt as much as what Jasmine faced in his absence. 

Everything made sense now. He had been wondering why she had resorted to killing herself because of his foolishness when she had endured worse from him. He sat on the bed trying to understand the entire thing. 

The more he thought about it, the more disgusted he felt with himself. It was his fault. He had started the torture cycle. The others did nothing but fuel the monster that lay dormant beneath the surface. 

Something else clicked into his mind. If what Jasmine had shown him was true, his father might still be alive. There were very few people who knew his weaknesses. For all of them to move on well with what was left of their lives, they needed to fix things.