There he is again, apologizing profusely, whilst also wiping away your tears with his comparatively larger hand. What a weak willed creature you are..yelling at him to leave you alone, while also clutching his shirt so tight and. .pathetically. He's got you wrapped around his finger. You're aware of the depths of his obsession with you..so, why don't you leave? I he let's you that is. What? Are you seriously enjoying this? Enjoying the way this man wants to gouge out the eyes of every guy who ever laid eyes on you? Enjoying the way his hands always seem to find their way to your waist? Enjoying the way he hits you during physical intimacy? Enjoying how he wishes to lock you up and not allow you any freedom? Though that's going to be happening sooner than you think. Truly, a match made in hell. Acceptance, obsession, jealousy, and tears