(She was twelve, and he'd promised he'd be back in time for dinner. It was forty-eight hours later when they were both home, him with a bruised stomach and scorched hair and her with bleeding knuckles that didn't hurt, yet.)
dont be sorry. monsters arnt supposed to be sorry when they are cruel. just follow your nature. just..i wish you could have granted me a final phone call. breaking up by text is the most cliched farce . unworthy of you.