I tried.
That's all I can really say.
He left.
He decided it wasn't enough.
He decided he was dangerous.
He wanted to protect me.
But I could help him.
Save him from hisself.
Be his ride or die.
Control that reckless burning rage.
Control that insanity he couldn't shed.
Control his wild side.But he decided that this was better.
For us.
But it was selfish.
All of it was selfish.
When he kissed me and told me he loved me.
When he held my hands and told me he cherished us.
When he looked me in the eyes and told me to calm down.
When he whispered in my ear that he would be my safe place.
That wasn't selfish.
But when he shot my friend out of desperation of losing me.
When he lost all control and tied me down, leaving me to die.
When he shoved me against the wall and told me I wasn't enough.
When he cheated and said it was the only time, and that he was doing it to protect me?Who was that selfless act for?
I still can't figure what's worse. The fact that he did it, or the fact that I let him.
Let's reminisce on my story and find out....
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This will go into some of the WKM theories and it will get into a deeper backstory on Dark and Wilford.I remember I had a few readers request a Darkstache fic and even though I don't personally ship it, I thought, why the hell not?
This whole thing will be in Darks perspective because, even though he's basically a demon, I love his character and feel that my dark side comes in to the point where I can relate.
Anyway, into this shitty fanfic.
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