harperparkinson:
jacobwilks:
“Fine. What is it you’re so desperate to talk about? You say I’m dramatic and that I run away yet you also sit there and say how there’s nothing good about our past that you remember. So please Jacob, tell me, what is it that’s left to discuss?” She threw her jacket back down onto the chair but refused to sit down herself. “Would you like me to sit here with a smile plastered on my face and nod along like an obedient dog, agreeing with everything you’re saying as you near enough insult me?” She was trying her best not to let her volume raised. Instead she chose to sit down on the chair with one leg crossed over the other and her hands laced together on her knee as she looked at him with a fake smile to prove her point.
He sighed, rubbing his temples as the girl continued to raise her voice. Perhaps he had taken it too far, however, he was hurt by their past, and he only wished he has said something back in time. He had been scared of loosing her, even if that was what had happened in the end anyway. “I think you’re taking this the wrong way...” He sighed, rubbing his head once again, trying to divert his attention as he thought. “You aren’t understanding what I’m saying, I’m saying our relationship was doomed to begin with, we just lived in a fantasy world hoping it wasn’t true.” He looked at her, showing he was being honest.
