Take care of her. For me.

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by elleenebeyen

by elleenebeyen

                                    
                                              
"I messed up."  
tears were flowing down my face and onto my phone, 
"I'm sorry."   
I dropped down on my knees practically screaming as I bang her door, 
let me in. 
let me explain. 
I want you to understand. 
"That's enough, Rivero. You're obviously drunk and not in a good state of mind so please go home, she'll come out when she's ready but for now---" 
" What's her favorite weather?" 
Without hesitation he River replied, "summer." 
"Her favorite color?" 
"black." 
"her favorite snack?" 
"that's non-healthy--- Rivero, you okay?" he held me up when I fall on my knees. 
I know she's in good hands. 
He will love her. 
He will take of her. 
He won't hurt her. 
"I'm a bad person."  
"No man, come on---" 
"You're right, all I ever do is hurt the people I love the most." 
"you're... giving up?"  
"Take care of her...for me." 
 I walk away. 
Why am I feeling this way? 
Why am I... like this?  
Why does the thought of her being with someone makes me feel like this?