Imagines H.G.

Grenade

Hayes POV

She hurt me. I trusted her.

She accused me. I forgave her.

She lied to me. I was nothing but loyal to her.

She left me. I never forgot her.

She broke me... I love her.

She was the best and worst thing that has ever happened to me. I don't understand why she couldnt see how much I cared for her. I thought she felt the same way. I guess I was wrong.

She hurt me. Bad. And more then once. But every time she did I would seem to forgive her. Every time she would leave I would want her back. Every time she would cry I would comfort her. And the shitty thing is, is that I don't regret anything I did for her.

She accused me of cheating. She accused me of lying. She accused me of not loving her. When it was the exact opposite.

I never cheated. I would never lie to her. I love her with all my heart.

I would do anything for her, I would take a bullet for her. But I know she would never even think about doing the same thing for me. She never cared about me the same way I did her.

I would sacrifice anything for her, and it absolutely kills me to think she doesn't even care anymore. She didn't hurt when we broke up. She didn't care when I wasn't there to comfort her, but I still let her hurt by herself. I hate myself for letting her leave...

She was my everything.

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