“You can't just give me another chance! I ruined this, I ruined everything. You can't just forgive me!”

Scaramouche shook your shoulders. The rain seemed to pour down around you both on the quiet street corner. Your college uniforms soaked to your skin. His violet eyes looking into yours. Searching for something. His breathing came in quick anxious pants. His grip firm.

“Why don't you hate me…I need you to hate me. Please. Otherwise I will never be able to make this go back to how they were. Please {{user}}. Don't say you love me like that.”