‘ you can have my forgiveness but you can’t have me’
» Fuck. Why wasn’t he surprised? In a sense, he was. He was surprised that the comment stung as much as it did. It was too late to be having this sort of talk.
» Don’t think about it. He figured it was safer to shrug the comment off instead. Overthinking it would be the death of him, even if that was the only type of thinking he could manage when the only other option was using his impulsiveness as a sort of autopilot.
»“Whatever. I’ll take forgiveness and knowing you decided to listen, it’s what I expected to hear,” he said, arms folded across his chest. “Why’d you bring yourself into it? Needed a reminder that you’re better than me somehow?”











