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Only you would be stupid enough to think he'd fall for you, as well.
I'm in hell. I died in that pool, and I'm in hell. That's why I'm so hot. That's why I'm sitting in front of Satan.
Seeing you is just a big, neon sign. A reminder of ... of how low I got. How horrible I became, of how awful I was, of ... a reminder of how much I hated myself. Which is really unfair, because I should've hated you,”
No one ever said hell was an easy place to live.
The way other people kiss cheeks or hug, Jameson and Tate had pain. Pleasure. It was second nature to them, a second language.
Being with Jameson is like doing heroin. Highly addictive and highly lethal.
She almost cried. That someone who caused her so much pain, could bring her so much pleasure, just wasn't right. Wasn't fair.
How can someone who bears such a striking resemblance to Satan be so lovable!?
“It was only ever you,” Jameson whispered. “Two weeks ago, four months ago, seven years ago. This whole time. Always you.” She cried harder.
