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Stop being a cocky, asshole. No- really, is she good? I always had this vision in my head.
Mine. Ask Gale. I wonāt tell.
I should claw that stupid smirk off your face.
galelaheyx said: @marcostar donāt hate cos you aint me
Ugh. Shut up. But is she good?
catherinewintersx said:@winterina: still hanging out with losers, I see
These losers are my life.
galelaheyx said: @officerlahey: Very smooth, Jess. Nailed it.
I JUST. GALE.
Three Cockblocks [Para]
TAGGING: Elena Stilinski, Marcos Anderson-Smythe, Gale Lahey, Jessica Winters
LOCATION: idek somewehre
TIME: Monday, June 1, 2035
GENERAL NOTES: everyone has fun cockblocking melena
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Text ā Melena
Marcos: 'Give me your broken heart. Give me your book mind. Give me your flaws and weakness. I'll love every little part of you. I'll try to fix your heart.'
Marcos: Remember when I said that? I meant it. I wanted every single part of you. I wanted all your smiles, all your tears. I wanted all your laughs, all your screams. I wanted all your love, all your hate. I wanted every single part of you.
Marcos: I just never thought it would hurt this much. Loving you. Having you.
Marcos: It's like I'm standing in the middle of a storm with no ending date. I'm getting hit by thunders and I can't move. My body is tired and I want a break, but I can't.
Marcos: I loved you. I loved you with all my heart. Witl every part of my. And now.. I'm not sure if I love you that much. I still love you, more than anything, but not as much as before.
Marcos: And I always told myself that if you love something, you gotta fight for it. You can't give up just because things are hard, right?
Marcos: But I'm not sure if fighting for us is worth anymore. I'm not sure if your love is worth all this pain. All this tears.
Marcos: I'm scared of the dark, and loving you feels like every single light in the world went off. I feel blind and lost.
Marcos: I try to move but there is no exit door.
Marcos: I always told myself that home will not be somewhere, but someone. That someone was you. And I feel homeless now. How am I to deal with those feelings when the woman I love cause me such pain for me to almost... hate her?
Marcos: I wanna try. I wanna love you. Make you mine.
Marcos: But I get it. I really do. I will never be enough, right? I know you keep telling me that I am, but if I am, why you keep running to others?
Marcos: I'm a fool to still love you. I'm a fool that gave his heart away and now I can't get it back.
Marcos: I'm in the corner where I first saw your face. It's, stupid, right? I'm just standing here, and people passing by think I'm weird, that I'm a thief. But I'm just a man missing his heart.
Marcos: And I'm the one to blame. I had the girl. She was everything I ever wanted. But I wasn't everything she wanted.
Marcos: Someone just told me to go home. But they don't understand. They would never understand.
Marcos: I want to come back, to say I'm sorry, to kiss your tears away, to hug you and never let go. To love you again, and fix every little part that they broke. But would you allow me? Would you let me fix it? Would you push me away and tell me you love another?
Marcos: And I realize that for my own sake, I have to let you go. It doesnāt matter that if will kills me inside.
Marcos: But.. How am I supposed to move on if you are not here to walk along with me?
Marcos: I love you. I always loved you. I always will.
Marcos: It's not a thing I can help, I suppose. So I stop trying. I will stop trying to be good enough for you. I will stop running after you because my legs are tired of running in circles. I'm tired of stanting out in the storm of your love. I wanna sleep and go home. But I don't know where my home is anymore.
Marcos: I can't say goodbye to you because.. where is the good in goodbye?
Marcos: If you want us to break apart, then we will. You can keep my things and the ring, I don't mind.
Marcos: If you want to stay together, we will. But, you see, what is left of my heart is locked away now. Not even you will have it anymore, so if we do stay together, you should know that.
Marcos: I'm going back to New York tomorrow. If you want us to stay as a whole, stop me. If you want us to fall apart, don't go.
Marcos: But if I get in that plane tomorrow, Elena, you shall never hear about or from me again.
Marcos and Elena
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Yeah. Feeling is mutual.
Alright there, cous?
Yeah, Iām fine.
āBecause Iām not the one fighting with the person Iām in love with.ā
āIām fine.ā
āI really donāt know what you expect me to say, alright. I mean, yeah, I made a mistake. I said Danteās name before we did anything. I kissed Ricky. I make a lot of mistakes. But you know, the only mistake I didnāt make was you. I understand if you really do want to throw it all away, because honestly, you have every right to, Marcos.ā
āGo clear your head, Elena.ā
āBut thatās the beauty of it. You donāt need to cheat. Just sit and let the women dance on you. What did she even do?ā
āTori, if you want those strippers so much, why donāt you call them for yourself?ā
āOr am I gonna have to talk?ā
āā¦Alright.ā
āNo, but really, those strippers.ā
āIām not a cheater, Tori. Doesnāt matter if Iām married to one, Iām not.ā
ā¦.Are we gonna stare at each other, or finally talk?
You some ice cream? Some strippers? Because I got connections for those strippers from my old job.
Iām fine.
Damn it, donāt cry. Iām trying to make you feel better.
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