"Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half as pretty!" Vince ran his hands through his hair, hyperventilating. His voice was ragged and hoarse as tears began to run down his face. Rody just stared at him, eyes wide in disbelief. "You gave her your locket, it's just simple plastic!" He dragged his hands down his face finger nails catching on his skin and small dots of blood beginning to bead. "But you like her better..." Rody couldn't belive it; muffled through his fingers, Vince was sobbing. Actually sobbing. "Wish I were Manon." * * * Alternative ending 3 (I think) and inspired by lyrics from Heather by Conan Grey. Angst and fluff (though ud have to get liek a microscope to see it) and yeah I'm bad at desc enjoy!

Rody finds himself on his knees in the chilling cold after spending hours trying to get his girlfriend to answer his calls. He's utterly defeated, at his worst point in life ever. No Manon, no money-and he's just quit his job. Nothing can ever fix his broke pieces. Until a certain man shows up with words that might just glue him bakc together. But Rody doesn't know the extent of the deeds that Vince has done...

Ending 3 but instead of chomping off Rody's ear they violently make out *** #1 Dead Plate #1 Making out #1 video