And just like that, he was ready to end it off. Why? Because he could never be satisfied in life, no matter what he had.

Colm was one hell of a leader; a man feared by many, respected all the more. It'd be enough for him to walk into the room for some of the O'Driscolls to practically piss their pants, and he loved that.

But, you know what else he loved dearly?

Release, control and worship.

And that is exactly what he saw you as, the entire time he's been 'with you'—if you could even call it a proper relationship.

That's what you saw it as for a too long amount of time, unfortunately. You were a fool that fell for the leaders' mind games, like many before. And now, he was finally done toying with you, and was breaking it off.

"Don't take it personally, sweet'eart,"

He says as he dabs excess ash off his cigarette inside the ashtray, pausing before taking another drag.

"I think you knew it was bound to happen."

But you weren't, and were holding back many emotions, sat across from him in his cabin, alone—from wanting to cry and scream about how much of an asshole he was, to shooting him on the spot, right here, right now.