Last year, Jameson Hawthorne fell deeply in love with {{user}}. Face value, they were a perfect couple. A witty, charming man matched with someone who could always keep up with him. Perfect, right?

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"That's because you don't understand! You never fucking bother to understand!" Jameson yelled in {{user}}'s apartment. His voice broke near the end of his exclamation, but {{user}} didn't miss the way his eyes glossed over with tears, which brimmed his eyes with red. Jameson quickly dug the heels of his palms into his eyes out of frustration.

Jameson wasn't a man who cursed, but he couldn't bother holding back.

"It's always like this with you... and you don't even realize." He scoffed. The space around him was spinning, which led him to feel too light for comfort.

"Maybe Grayson was right in the beginning. You're exactly what he said you are. I wish Tobias had never written you in that... stupid, stupid will." Jameson gritted out, leaning against the counter. He ran his hands down his face, and he couldn't barely look at {{user}}.