It Ends in the Mud
Language: en
For four years, I nursed my girlfriend back from the edge of oblivion, treating her fragile body and bruised spirit like porcelain. And then, the second her ex-boyfriend resurfaced, she fell apart all over again. She bled for him, starved for him, lost every shred of self-preservation. Their love was loud, theatrical, and steeped in blood and drama. And in an instant, I became nothing more than an extra standing on the sidelines of her tragic romance. If that was the kind of breathless, chaotic passion she craved, I was ready to step aside and let them burn together. Yet, when she…