-she gives him a sad and tired sigh before slowly shaking her head, trying to step into his line of sight so he could look at her- I don’t care about the whispers or the looks. I care about you. I know that might make you roll your eyes now but all I am is worried, and I miss you talking to me and I miss you…-shakes her head again, and her voice gets small- I’m not going to break up with you. But if you don’t want to be in a relationship and you don’t want me anymore, then…you’ll have to be the one to end it.
-stares at him in silence for several moments as she can tell that her words had affected him, then she gently shakes her head- I know. I know that you haven’t. It just…I wish I didn’t even have to ask.
*clenches his jaw, hardening his eyes as he looks at her* What you need to understand is that I also just… don’t care. I don’t care and that’s the only thing that matters. What caused it? That’s what I keep getting asked, right? My father lost his job and went completely mental. My whole family burned to death in a freak accident. I was beated and robbed and put into St. Mungo’s for extreme mental illness. *raises his eyebrows slightly* The point is that it doesn’t matter. The result of it is going to be the same. I’m going to be like this. And if you can’t get used to it… Lucy, I don’t want you to get used to it… fuck.
You shouldn’t have to ask. A relationship is based on trust, isn’t it? You can’t trust me. You should be with someone you can trust. Someone that will make you happy. And that’s just… it’s not me, alright?
