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"Dying. I don't want to be bitter about it. I mean how could I? I brought it up. I wanted it, but you took it another way, and I didn't mean it to be like that." JJ exemplified while I felt my heart start to lower down, fully taking in all of his expressions, nearly melting.
"I don't want you to think I hate you. Why would I ever hate you? There is something wrong in a person to say that." JJ made clear, earning my lips begin to extend in a comfortable smile and out the way he described me.
"But I needed to clear that up. Because I don't want you to think I hate you and want to wish bad on you. When I don't. I want you delighted. I want you to live your life, and if...if you find a guy that loves you. Wants to treat you like the princess and the severing girl you are, I'll stand beside you and smile at you. Standing beside you. Because I know he will treat you nicely." JJ whispered, sending my lower jaw to barely go slack, and feeling my warm breath hitch at his utterances that took a different route.
I expected an apology, for us to somehow make up. Nonetheless, he was stuck on keeping us apart from the other, with no title, and moving on. Whether it was hard for both of us. He was still going down that road, not peeking back, with his head held high.
"Not some guy that will have you bawling because you believe he died. Not some dangerous guy putting himself on the line every chance he can. Disobeying you and your wishes for my well-being when you were just trying to protect me. Keep me safe."
"I will know that one time I did have you. And it was the best day of my life. Whether we argued, cried, or kissed. Loved each other. I never wanted to forget those moments. I never will. But all I know is that I used to have that. I used to have you. I felt all the love I needed, and I ruined it before it could even hit six months." JJ kept chatting before feeling his thick hand moving towards the top of mine, making me gently flinch against him.
Snapping my light eyes down to my hand, only to be met by the comforter that covered it, which sent me to navigate my eyes back to the pouge.
"But I need time. I'm not leaving you. I know it may seem like it, but my words are all over the place. But give me time. One month. All I need. Please?" He exhorted, watching him give me a short nod, while my sharp teeth softly started to gnaw the side of my soft cheek.
Yet, I didn't know how to respond to those words. Where was he approaching, what did he mean? Did he want me to wait for him, or soon move on and find someone else? With those phrases, it felt like a circling effect. Once again, I felt humiliated and remorseful for pushing through with the ludicrous revenge strategy.
