[CONTENTID1]Weren't Meant to Be[/CONTENTID1]

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She was always the one in his eyes. He saw her every step, every smile, every sway of her hips as she danced in the club, seducing the men with no effort at all. It was in her nature- to be y without realization, that it.

It took him a lot of time to prepare himself to approach her, since the aura around her was seriously no joke. And when he did approach her, he felt suffocated, but all in all, when he met her eyes, he knew that whatever might happen between them...

It wasn’t meant to be.

Her eyes were glimmering with childish mischief, and she did turn out to be a friendly woman, but to Matthew, she looked as if she was only hiding behind her fake self, not wanting the world to see the black that her insides were painted with.

It made him curious, drawing him in and sealing her into her side.

The many times he saw her, he was by her side at the flow of a minute, and their evenings ended up as usual- with their limbs entangled in the room of some cheap motel close to the club.

Did he feel ty for it? Hell yeah.

Did he try and change it? No.

So, why? She was like a Goddess