My Random Book of Things

Heres some weird fluff/angst thing?

"I don't hate you- "
"WELL YOU SHOULD!!! WHY CANT YOU SEE IM BAD FOR YOU?" They bellowed out.
There was a deafening silence.
"You're not bad just a little broken," He responded softly as if if speaking too loud would break this. Break them.
There was even more silence.
"You're so goddamn innocent and pure," Their raspy voice finally answered. "I don't want you to see my stains and see how bad I am for you"
" I can handle stains," He said indignantly. " And you're not bad for me. You talk as if you're the only one with a decision here."
"But-"
"No," He quickly interrupted. " you had your chance to talk, I'm having mine. I chose you even with you so called stains, even if you think you're bad for me. Because here's the thing. I love you. I've loved you from the beginning and you can't just throw that away just because you're afraid of some bruising. Love hurts sometimes but you know what? I don't care if I get hurt by you because it'll be the best damn decision I've ever made."