G_Lwriting
She doesn't feel love.
She only knows sadness, anger, anxiety - emotions carved into her since childhood, stitched into her bones.
She wears sweetness like a costume, smiles like it's a language she memorized, not one she understands.
She doesn't know softness - she only mimics it.
He feels everything too deeply.
That's why he plays the game.
Different girls, different nights, same empty feeling.
He isn't heartless - he's terrified of how much he can still feel.
So he suppresses. He destroys. He runs.
And then there's them.
Her: "Stop acting like you care."
Him: "I don't care."
Her: "Then why are you here screaming at me?"
Him: "Why are you screaming back?"
Her: "Because you don't get to walk into my life and... and make me feel things I don't want to feel!"
Him: "You think I want this? You think I like feeling sick when you look at me like that?"
Her: "You should leave."
Him: "Then let go of me first."
She tries to push him - he catches her wrist, she yanks him closer.
Her: "I don't need you!"
Him: "Say it again without shaking."
Her: "You ruin everything!"
Him: "You ruin me."
Her: "I don't even feel anything for you!"
Him: "Then why does it hurt?"
Her: "Because you won't let go!"
Him: "Because you never told me to!"
They're inches apart, breathing hard.
Her: "We're a disaster."
Him: "Then why are you still here?"
She swallows, furious tears in her eyes.
Her: "Because I hate you."
Him (soft, broken): "Then hate me close. I'm not leaving."
He didn't want a heart. She didn't have one left .
-Yet somehow....