When he wakes up he leaves. He had to.
He couldn't see her face again.
The guilt was swallowing him whole.
He hated himself for what he was doing.
The warmth. The memories.
How could he?
Did she know?
There's no way she could know, right?
No. He was hiding it.
Was he?
The name.
He still existed.
His hands still hurt.
Bandaged.
Open wounds.
Guilt.
To her, he existed.
He knew.
She took care of him.
Pain.
How could he keep this up?
Guilt.
He couldn't.
Why not?
Guilt.
His head hurt.
Would they know?
He doubted it.
Risky.
It wasn't worth the risk.
Threats.
What if he found out.
Suffering.
He knew what he was doing was fucked up.
Remorse.
The picture.
Tears.
Embrace.
He needed it.
His heart hurt.
Friends.
Starting over.
He didn't want that.
Love.
The girl you love.
Does she know?
No, she doesn't.
Do you?
I'm so sad.
Don't be.
Fired.
No job.
Liar.
Remorse.
Today. Tomorrow.
Lonely.
Remembrance.
Today. Tomorrow.
Do you still?
I do.
Love.
Today. Tomorrow.
Does she?
Today.
Pretty girl.
The perfect girl.
I need you.
I have to.
Liar.
Look in my eyes.
KNOW.
FUCKING, KNOW.
I CAN'T.
FIGURE IT OUT.
MY EYES.
PLEASE...KNOW.
KNOW GODDAMMIT.
I fucking love you.
Tomorrow.
I
Love
You
Eternally
Dork
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