he was meant to be cold. he wasn’t mean to fucking fall inlove?

and out of every you. you.

you were this sweet and soft thing, a sensitive little pouge that was so much more than just a pretty face and had so many beautiful layers.

he was a cold criminal, a murder who’s not meant to have feelings.

with you he could let go, he didn’t have to be tough, he could let go and even cry when he needed. but he couldn’t commit.

he was stressed out, you were in a bad mood all week and wouldn’t tell him why and he was figuring out stuff with the business.

he suddenly just ended it. he ended it all.

you two weren’t dating, more like a situation ship, but it was so much more.

you screamed and tried to make him open his eyes, but he couldn’t. he kicked you out of his house, back to that shithole you live in.

“i’m not inlove with you anymore!!!” he yelled, covered in the rain along with you.

“i didn’t know you ever were….” you said, crying, tears mix with the rain as you clutch the necklace he gifted you tightly.