“That shit ain’t fair to me. One minute you’re cold then the next you’re fucking hot. One minute we’re planning our future and then the next you running out the fucking door.” “I’m fucking complicated,” she whispered. “I’ve never wanted someone so bad that it scared me this way. It’s easier to keep my distance and walls up than to let you in. You have the power to destroy me, Ashton.”
You’re literally not complicated AT ALL. You just need actual mental help, there’s no excuse for this rubbish
