ʀ ᴀ ᴘ ᴛ o ʀ ᴅ ᴀ ᴅ.

           “Shove it up yours if you don’t quit while you’re ahead.”

             “I’m not lowering myself to accommodate your infantile attention span…or lack thereof.”

         ❛ can’t get drunk, don juan. ❜

          something hits her with such a force it knocks the breath clean out of her lungs. an emotion, sweeping and all encompassing. it takes a few silent, breathless moments for her to place what it is. what are you waiting for? he asks, and she realizes that he knows nothing about her at all. it’s harrowing, bone splitting. it stings like betrayal, and it’s confusing. 

          ‘ … good to know we’re on the same page. ’  her tone exudes her bitterness.

               this is it, isn’t it ? the END OF THEIR LINE. chance slipped in its step as FATE stole the rope. funny, how life always changed to steal his last shred of hope. he messed up; no doubt, he’d do it again. this -- is history repeating.