Finding Jon Moxley •{Dean Ambrose Fanfic}•
"I loved you, I did. I know we had something special, but I can't feel it anymore. It's just not there, and I'm sorry, I really am. But I think you should move on." He says looking sad and avoiding my eyes.
I sigh. I need to seem sad, I knew this was going to happen. This was just part of my lovely plan. "I think you can't just get rid of those feelings in a matter of months, I think you used me," I say, trying to keep my mouth from smiling at the sudden release of being strangled by Mr. Ambrose.
