Crucify the insincere tonight...
“We need to talk.”
I hate those words.
I hate them, Ville!
I HATE THEM!
Do you know why I hate them?
Oh, don’t give me that “No, do tell me, BamBam,” look.
Don’t you dare.
You know damn well why I hate them.
Because you said them.
That night…when I found you in your studio with her, her dress up around her hips and your cock surrounded by her dirty cunt.
I said you could go to hell.
You said…
“We need to talk.”
As if talking could do a damn bit of anything to stop my heart breaking.
Ugh, now you look remorseful!
NOW.
After it’s way too late to do anything!
After I’m married, Ville!
Yes! I’m fucking married, and don’t act like you don’t know that!
Look at it, Ville! See that ring?
I chose fidelity over love, okay! SHE would never cheat on me.
She isn’t some rockstar with a soundproof studio and a billion girls who’d consider themselves lucky to be used the way that one was.
The way I was, come to think of it.
Oh, don’t even try it.
Don’t even.
You know damn well you loved my ass and my mouth more than you ever loved me.
If I hadn’t been so good in bed, well, I never would have lasted long enough to find you out.
Cry, that’s right, cry. Beg me to believe that isn’t true.
It doesn’t matter anyway.
She’s waiting, Ville.
What do we do now?
We do what we’ve been doing the past couple years, Ville.
We pretend like nothing ever happened.
We pretend like you never stomped all over every piece of my soul.
We pretend like we were only ever friends and I really love Missy.
Why?
Because she loves me more than you ever pretended to.
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I hate those words.
I hate them, Ville!
I HATE THEM!
Do you know why I hate them?
Oh, don’t give me that “No, do tell me, BamBam,” look.
Don’t you dare.
You know damn well why I hate them.
Because you said them.
That night…when I found you in your studio with her, her dress up around her hips and your cock surrounded by her dirty cunt.
I said you could go to hell.
You said…
“We need to talk.”
As if talking could do a damn bit of anything to stop my heart breaking.
Ugh, now you look remorseful!
NOW.
After it’s way too late to do anything!
After I’m married, Ville!
Yes! I’m fucking married, and don’t act like you don’t know that!
Look at it, Ville! See that ring?
I chose fidelity over love, okay! SHE would never cheat on me.
She isn’t some rockstar with a soundproof studio and a billion girls who’d consider themselves lucky to be used the way that one was.
The way I was, come to think of it.
Oh, don’t even try it.
Don’t even.
You know damn well you loved my ass and my mouth more than you ever loved me.
If I hadn’t been so good in bed, well, I never would have lasted long enough to find you out.
Cry, that’s right, cry. Beg me to believe that isn’t true.
It doesn’t matter anyway.
She’s waiting, Ville.
What do we do now?
We do what we’ve been doing the past couple years, Ville.
We pretend like nothing ever happened.
We pretend like you never stomped all over every piece of my soul.
We pretend like we were only ever friends and I really love Missy.
Why?
Because she loves me more than you ever pretended to.
***
Did you miss these? I've still got a couple ready to post...let me know!
Anybody, anybody at all who can help me with the problem in the Author's Notes, PLEASE let me know. I'm desperate, seriously.
Love you all, thank you in advance!