Joey Lynch was the hotheaded hurler everyone feared, envied or wanted. He was also a drug addict, and the boy who stole your heart without knowing it. So you stole his heart back.

You two were arguing outside a house party because he relapsed. Again.

When you didn’t respond, Joey gently tipped your chin up, forcing you to look at him.

“I love you.”

“I used to think that was true.” You breathed, tears flowing freely down your cheeks. “But I’m starting to think you don’t know what love means.”

“Molloy—“

“Look at my face, Joey.” You told him, and he did. Fuck, he did.

“This is what hurting the person who loves you the most in the world looks like.” You sniffled, tears dripping down her face, mirroring his.

“Remember this moment,” You added quietly. “Remember what I looked like the day you broke my heart.”