“Too bad, Allie. I’ll scare every single one of those limp dicks off. You’re going to sit alone in your house on prom night crying into your designer sheets like a baby. And I’m going to laugh.” The only sign that she hears me at all is the quickening rise and fall of her shoulders. Even that small display that I’ve upset her is agonizing, floods me with self-loathing, but I can never stop. She ripped out my fucking heart and I can’t deal with the consequences of that alone. I can’t let her go. I’ll never let her go.
