You like rejection—don’t you? That’s why you keep coming around me, isn’t it?” All I want to do is run, run out of this room and never, ever look back. I need to run, I need to flee. I try to stop it, but he has me in such a rage, I yell the thing I know will get to him, break his control: “No, I keep coming around because I love you!”
girl ur dumb idk
