"You only care about yourself." I snapped. His face softened. "That's not true." Such a lie. He had no shame in lying to my face, nor did he have shame in his behavior or actions towards me. He was selfish. He only cared about himself and no one around him. The games he played with my head. The things he said to my face. Everything he's done to me has broken me more than I already was, so why was I still here? Why was I here with him? Why was I thinking about him and thinking of his feelings instead of my own? "I care about one thing." "What's that?" I asked gently. "You."

"take me back to the night we met." the end of the story isn't always a happy ending...and sometimes, that's the hardest part. (hasn't been edited yet)

ꜱᴀᴠɪᴏʀ ᴄᴀʀʟ ɢʀɪᴍᴇꜱ x ɴᴇɢᴀɴ'ꜱ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ♱ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐠. ♱ ᴛᴡᴅ ᴀᴜ (ʀɪᴄᴋ ᴅɪᴇꜱ, ᴄᴀʀʟ ʟɪᴠᴇꜱ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴠɪᴏʀꜱ ʀᴇɪɢɴ)