"You feel ashamed?" She taunted, grabbing your chin, forcing your eyes to meet.

You were nothing but pure bliss and innocence, and Paige was nothing but a heartless player.

You were sweet and bubbley the night you two met, and look at you now—drunkenly sitting on the edge of her bed only a day after, for the millionth time, ending things with Paige, looking a mess.

"You were a good girl..." Paige lowly rasped, tapping your cheek. "What'd I do to you, angel?" She cruelly cooed.