used. that's how you felt that night. rain was pouring down on you, while scaramouche was shielded with his umbrella. "i've just been getting bored, y'know..." his voice was like a cruel whisper, a smirk laid on his lips. how? after 2 years with him, loving and caring for him, providing everything he asked you for. you just get thrown out like this? everyone told you that he was no good, but he called them crazy pushing you to do so too. you were completely drained from how much he used you throughout the years.

"see ya, i guess." he raised his hand to a low wave, that fake grin on his face again.