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Some things happen simply because they happen. And in the end knowing why doesn’t change a damn thing anyway. The damage is already done.
I’m anything but innocent. My soul is lost. My heart cold. I’m a devil in angel’s skin, trapping a man for life who could have any woman he wants but for some reason wants me.
Well, fuck him and the fucking gentlemanly horse he fucking rode in on. Fuck has now become my favorite fucking word.
If he dies, I don’t want to live.
If I could, I’d go back in time and change so many things. The first being: I would never let myself fall hopelessly in love with Killian Shepard.
Jim, Jack, or Johnny may not solve the world’s problems, but they do a fine fucking job burying the ugly truth for a while.
“You’re a married woman now, Mavs. You made the choice to be Kael Shepard’s wife.” “I know.” “He’s crazy about you. That man has been by your side your entire life, not Killian. Killian is a dickless, gutless prick.”
“Truth hurts like a bedsore, doesn’t it?”
“There will always be a part of you that’s sad over Killian, Mavricky, and that’s okay. But this kind of sadness is like a slow-growing cancer. Pretty soon it will consume you entirely and smother all the good out of you.
Rumors don’t need truth; they just need a single drop of juice to power them.
Truth be told, I’m already broken. I need someone to put me back together again, not tear me to unrecognizable shreds.
