@noqueens
“i’m breaking up with you.”
fists clench at his side, unable to even believe the words leaving his mouth. they hurt more than the bullet wounds, more than the stabs and the cuts. they hurt more than the abuse and torment his father put him through. but, in his mind, it would not hurt more than the pain he was so certain he would eventually put her through.
midnight gaze is cast down to the young woman, his expression steely and cold, trying so damn hard to distance himself as much as possible, anything to make it hurt less. “we... are just different. we’re growing apart. i... think this is best for the both of us.”
lies. lies, lies, and more lies. he will never admit the hurt, he will never admit the pain, and he does not want to tell her that he is poison. he is toxic, he is nothing, even though all of those feelings would disappear when she was around, and god, how his mind would clear like the sun after the rain when she would kiss him or hold him or simply speak around him.
“i’m sorry,”
i am so, so sorry. please, please, hate me so you can move on.
“this is the way it has to be.”
find someone, anyone, more than me. be happy, be successful and don’t be brought down like i did to you.
“... i’m sorry.”





