Tony invited me to lunch today.
I went.
He said I need to stop liking vic because I'd get hurt.
I said okay again.
But this time I didn't mean it.
I drove home listening to kissing in cars because it always reminds me of the 72 hour stake out we had to finish and produce that song.
I cried.
I came home to a note on my porch with a rose that had its thorns cut off.
The note read
' I cut off the thorns because people don't like imperfections.
You don't have any.
But I do.
So I cut off the thorns because those were parts of me infecting you.
And I'm not a good person .'
It was in your hand writing.
The worst part about this all was that this rose is dying.
Just like me
YOU ARE READING
Deadly tendencies (fuenciado)
FanficVic, i'm writing to you even though i know you'll never read it. i love you and i just want it to be enough. Trigger warning: self harm and blood