what was your boyfriends problem? you had no idea. he thought he was some god that could step all over people. he fucked your life over so so much, when he knew you needed saving.

your relationship with charlie wasnt what everybody thought it was. charlie wasn’t necessarily a bad person, he just needed someone to hold him together. and apparently you were doing a pretty shit job at that. it was no secret dalton had ruined your personal perspective of yourself, just so that you could love him more.

you were more now tho, you werent some girl charlie could break. and he wasnt who he was when you thought you knew him either. when your mother wasn’t particularly keen on charlie dalton, you shouldve taken that as your first sign.

you two had a big argument a couple of days ago infront of his dorm mate — cameron. charlie had slept with two girls when he went out with his friends, also known as the dead poets. and who told you? todd anderson. your best friend. the argument ended with you in tears, and charlie smiling. you didnt know what charlies problem actually was, but nobody was perfect. especially not charlie dalton.

charlie made it up to you by taking you shopping. and then you two spent the rest of the day with his friends. charlie made it seem like he owned you, you werent entitled to have your own opinion, ever. he had tried to make you more like him and less like you. “when can we all hang out again?” meeks asked, from where he sat on the floor. “tuesday?” neil suggested. “im busy tuesday!” cameron whined, and you glanced at charlie, who was running his fingers through your hair.