Chapter 44 Rip me
Louisa's POV
His words hurt me in a way that I had never been hurt before.
I wanted to argue that nobody had helped me to devise my own dream. But I failed. I couldn't collect myself.
I wanted to convince myself that he was just caught up in the moment and he didn't really mean what he said.
But, again, I failed.
I had to face the fact that he meant every word of it. As much as I wanted to be with him, I was nothing to him. There were multiple gaps lying in front of us, wealth, status, values, and, of course, species.
The fucking girl in my dream told me craps like love would build bridges to help us overcome everything and shit like that. I couldn't remember very clearly. Well, she must be living in a fucking candy land for trying to sell me fucking bullshit like that.
Love exists. Santa exists. Unicorns exist. Fucking flying monkeys with Ottoman hats exist. Whatever you say. I don't buy any of it.
My life was written before I was born. I was born to marry an equall
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