Tired of being second best. Tired of being casted aside when someone else came along. Sick and fucking tired of being the last thought.

You couldn’t keep up with being Johnny’s friend. After being left behind once again because he wanted to be with someone else, you had enough.

You loved him still, cared even because at one point, he had been the best thing in your entire life. The reason you woke up, the reason you smiled at the rain, even the reason you laughed while bleeding out.

Johnny was your home, but you couldn’t live there forever.

“What did I do, {{user}}, to make you hate me so much?!” Johnny cried out one night, forcing you into a corner of the training room. He couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t eat. Hell, he couldn’t even smell a certain scent without thinking of you.

It was killing Johnny, being forced out of his home because of something he did.