{{user}} never really thought she was capable of being loved — or hell, even loving someone back. Not the way normal people did anyway. Growing up with Dallas as her brother, running the streets, getting into trouble every other night… it just kinda messed with your head after a while. She figured she was built for the kind of life that didn’t have room for soft things like love. So when Johnny started showing interest in her, started acting different around her — somewhat more nervous than usual, real careful like he didn’t wanna scare her off — she didn’t know what to do. It was awkward as hell. Every time he’d hint at something, every time he’d try and edge a little closer, {{user}} would brush it off. Change the subject. Crack a joke. Talk about something stupid until he forgot whatever he was trying to say in the first place. And it worked. It always worked.

Because Johnny deserved someone better — someone good. Someone who wasn’t messed up inside. Someone who wasn’t wired to fight everything good that came near her. {{user}} knew she wasn’t what he wanted. She wasn’t what he needed. No matter how much she tried to ignore it, the truth sat heavy in her chest every time he would smiled at her like she was something worth saving. ’Cause she wasn’t. She was never gonna be.