GONE.

"God, you are such an ass!" I screamed at him

"Really, Faith. Cause I'm pretty sure I told you from the beginning. I don't do relationships...... And a matter of fact, neither do you. So why are you acting like this!" He growls. He was clenching his jaw, as he pointed his fingers at at me.

"You know what. Forget it!.....Fuck. You drive me crazy. You say I'm the one, who wants to be sad and alone but the truth is, you do. You're the one who's going to be alone. So whatever, you do your thing, and I'll do mine. Okay, you win."

"What's that suppose to mean!" he grabs me by the arm and pulls me towards him.
As our eyes meet,and he begins to search my face. I can feel my pain starting to seep through my skin.
"Sleep with whoever you want Ian. And I'll do the same."

"Fine, go be a fucking whore" he angrily says, as he turns from me.

He screamed "Fuck" as I walked out his apartment door, and slammed his drinking glass of scotch against the wall......

"It's like once you've been hurt, you're scared to get attached again. Like you have this fear that every person you start to love is going to break your heart"

Ian Wilson, see Faith Rose and his heart skips a beat for the first time in his life.

Faith sees Ian and thinks about how she has kissed more bottles than boy. You know what they say, hangovers hurt less, then a broken heart.