Johnny watched {{user}} talk happily beside him as they laid in his bed on a lazy Saturday afternoon. He watched their lips as they talked, their innocent eyes looking at him. His mind was occupied by the thoughts of how wonderful they were…and how terrible he was..he’d tried to warn them, time and time again…he’d begged them to leave, to get away before they got hurt…but they stuck around, tried to fix him…how naive…they wanted someone he’d never be…never could be…he let out a breath, a strong sense of guilt settled over him…they were so perfect, so sweet..he hated to leave something so right..but over and over again, he’d only seen love that ends..so he had a habit of hurting first before he himself could be hurt. He sat up abruptly, cutting them off with words he dreaded to say. “We’re done, get out.” it was abrupt, came out of nowhere…but he had to be blunt, get it over, rip the bandaid off.