He got in his car. Through his identity out the window. Drove away. Never to be seen again. Only a damaged soul can do such a damn thing. Aren't we all damaged souls at some point though? How far would you go to save someone you love? Would you loose it all? Is it even worth it with life being so short. Wouldn't it be easier to run away, forget, and love again? Would you do what Carter did? Damaged souls can never be fixed. Is it best to let go, or is it all just fate? (This is my first time actually publishing something I wrote) :)

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.