"𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝, 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞." 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐞. COMPLETED

"𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞." - 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐮

"We don't belong together...you deserve someone better. I can't be with you anymore, we're not a good match," you sniffle and James resists the urge to kiss your tears away. Beside your head, his hands clench into fists against the wooden walls. "Say it to my face then, look into my eyes and tell me you don't love me anymore - that you don't want me anymore," "James..." You muster up the courage but your voice still comes out, somewhat, shaky, "I-I don't want to be with you anymore," his expression remains steely and cold, the fierce glint of resolve in his eyes, unrelenting, "I don't love you anymore..." "I don't, at least, make you feel good?" "No." He doesn't respond, instead, he keeps you pressed against the wall and manoeuvres his face to rest beside your ear, his husky voice weakening your knees "Are you sure about that?" he snakes his hands around your waist to press his fingers into your lower back. Under his touch, you suppress a whimper of relief as his massaging motions ease some strain in your back. [nsfw oneshot]