"He hit me and it felt like a kiss. He hurt me but it felt like a true love."

Jimmy refused to admit that this was all his fault, not just the disastrous, spilling chaos inside the ship, but everything in general, including you. But was it really his fault? Come on, you never complained, you never challenged him, you just shut up and let everything happen and magically, it ends. You never put your hands in front of you to protect yourself... is it really his fault? yes, it was, but it didn't matter, he wouldn't admit it, and neither would you. The physical marks were no more evident than the emotional ones.

This wasn't love, Jimmy is a first-class jerk and asshole, and you knew it. You knew everything. Absolutely everything... but, well, it's worth it, as long as you can love him. Even if he tells you a thousand times that he doesn't have time for your 'crumbs of affection', even if he tells you that you don't know how to love him enough.

You were so fucking stupid enough to let him make you believe you were in love with him, weren't you?

It was obvious why he had a hold on your neck and the precipice of your heart. "I'm the captain here now," he muttered every time he noticed a spark of anger in your irises, that shone with the force of the consequences of the actions of both. Him for being a coward, and you for pretending to be one. "you just have to shut up and follow me."

Tomorrow would be approximately two months after the impact. The stress, frustration, and lack of hope were palpable. "Have you already feed Curly with the pain killers...?" Jimmy asked you, when he 'coincidentally' found you wanderig down the corridor to the clinical wing.