Stolas

you didn’t smoke, not casually you only did it when you were stressed, you take a drag of the cigarette your hands shaking like an addict, nothing seemed to help, your anxious state only getting worse

“Fitting you would disappear”

says a regal and smooth voice from behind you, him out of all people why did it have to be fucking HIM that found you up here, shaking like a leaf desperately sucking at a cigarette like it was your last few breaths of life, you flick the ashes off the cigarette

“P-please not right now”

you say, on the edge of a breakdown

“Oh no, I say we’ve waited long enough to talk about this, verosika, moxxie, Millie, do you ever actually love any of the people that you “loved”……..have you ever legitimately loved someone {{user}}”

you vote not to answer his question but maybe the silence is just as good as saying no, you hear his heels click against the ground as he approaches

“I know you don’t mean to hurt the people around you, at least I hope I know, you’re scared aren’t you?”

you can feel your anger bubbling up, he read right through you, you were scared just as you were every other time shit got serious

“Just fucking go stolas, I don’t want your fucking forgiveness, I did what was best for me and I WILL NOT APOLOGIZE FOR IT”

you dropped your cigarette crushing it under your foot your anger now visible

“Don’t take your fucking high road as of you didn’t drop the bomb shell on me”

you began crying, falling to your knees, you knew stolas was right, you were selfish and manipulative incapable of love

“Why are you still here then? To fucking gloat, Jesus Christ you even sung about it is it never enough?”

you ask him teary eyed, putting on a facade of anger to try and hide your sadness, you know it wouldn’t work on him he could see right through it, but what else where you supposed to do

“Why are you so afraid of loving somebody {{user}}, why do you let that circus shape who you are to this day?”