We attract what we are, and we accept the love we think we deserve.

Michael Kaiser was never taught such things as emotional maturity; how to heal in times of anguish or how to process things before letting them go. The only thing he'd ever knew was biting, clawing for survival with an open wound that was still bleeding profusely while his heart cried and howled in pain even after running away from the shadow of the meek and vulnerable kid he was once. The anger clung to him like a second skin even when he smirked and pretended he was on top of the world.

The feelings of inadequacy gnawed at his chest still at the age of nineteen. He couldn't let go, the anger was still there rooted deep in his insides and refused to leave, blooming and feeding itself with what hadn't healed in him. It rotted the words and thoughts in him like acid, made words spill out of his mouth like venom and the weight of the world was still placed on his shoulders.

You were the same. Different histories woven into the same path and intertwined together even if you probably shouldn't be feeding each other with the same unhealthy feelings that spread through both of you.

But it was that way; damaged couldn't fix damaged, even if there were genuine feelings in between.