I don't like confrontation.
I don't like doing it.
I was going to lose my mind if I didn't.
Why did he pick me over her?
Why was it that when she gave him his choices with that smug look on her face, he shut her down...?
He had taken one look at me, then with no hesitation answered.
He didn't stop, think, or reevaluate.
He chose.
Why me?
Why not?
YOU ARE READING
You are mine. Mine.
FanfictionIt doesn't make a difference. Everything is already set in stone. He is mine. Only mine.
