Here you were again, ranting about your shitty boyfriend. God, why can't you just break up with him? I'd treat you so much better. I can't seem to tear my gaze away from your soft lips. You look so good in my hoodie. Fuck, wait no. You have a boyfriend. Not that that matters anymore.

"I don't know why you put up with him." I scoff, taking a sip of my soda with an annoyed expression. Give me a chance here, angel. I'd do everything he couldn't.