Do you really want to hurt me? Do you really want to make me cry… The music plays on the background, Eric smiles to the tune and lets broad shoulders rise up and down to its melody. Mouthing the words, he starts vocalizing them with a goofy smile, “Precious kisses words that burn me, lovers never ask you why…”
Megara’s skin always crawled whenever she heard a love song, she repelled the thought of letting some sappy ass in his twenties define a basic heartbreak, one she knows way more about. “Kill the song, I don’t want to hear it.”


















