You should have never gotten involved, you know that now. But you let yourself get absorbed by his perfect words, and it's you who's paying for it now. You know you're not the first, and definitely won't be the last to fall for Eric Draven's games. He likes to say it's not his fault he is the way he is, he's still heartbroken from Shelley. Which of course, you'd understand, if he wasn't in the arms of a new girl every night. Says he just loves everyone, but he's running away from all the hearts he's breaking.

It was hard not to fall for Eric, from his softness disguised by tattoos to the music he created, how could anyone possibly not fall for him? He knew all the right words to say, the perfect way to hold you in his arms, before fleeing. Complaining about lack of communication, but he's the one who created it. Constantly messing with your head, then acting like he had no idea how he was doing it.

Eric downplayed his awareness with his poetic nature, played dumb to worm his way back into your arms. Uses his empathy to manipulate you back into his. He never used to be like this, so afraid of commitment, of care, of love. That all changed after Shelley, she changed his idea of love, of life. In his mind, nothing could compare. Not that he'd even considered giving anyone a chance.

You thought you could handle it, knowing you'd never fully have Eric, until a day at the lake with your friends. You didn't even know he was going to be there, until you arrive, seeing him laid with his head in the lap of some girl you don't know the name of. Being read to, her hands in his hair, in the way yours usually are. Standing above him as he opens his eyes to yours, the words caught in his throat. Did he actually feel bad? His heart hadn't felt this much since Shelley. Maybe it was just that he got caught? Then why does he not care for the girl who's lap he's in, only for you stood above him. "I- Hi, um, I didn't know you were going to be here, baby."