#gallileos

​“you think that little stunt you just pulled makes me jealous?” she questions with a silver tongue. “all it does is make me realize how pathetic you are, and how happy i’d be slitting you and that whore’s throat.” 

(OC: @musings.of.tl on Instagram)

she hated what she had to do but it wasn’t up to her. it was a family decision. but it felt like she had thrown to the enemies when she was forced to marry him. even living with him felt like a prison sentence, at first at least. isabella had started to grown used to having him around. she even started liking him but she would never tell him that. the door flew open and he came home, bloody and beaten. “ shit... “ the brunette got the first aid kit from the kitchen and then grabbed his hand to get him to sit down on the couch. “ what the fuck happened? “ // @gallileos​

“ not trynna fight , but deadass , have you ever cared about anyone other than yourself ? “ || @gallileos​

“i can take the couch. it’s fine,” she told them as she finished unpacking her bag. she wasn’t happy but she knew better than to pick a fight with her ex, especially when they were in international waters. “just stay on your side of the room and i’ll stay on mine.” that should have been easy enough for both of them to follow.

   ❝   and   why   should   i   care   ?   you   left   me.   remember   ?   ❞

i’m too stupIT for that!!!!

“ i didn’t think you would show up... “ but he hadn’t thought she would’ve answered either. but she did. no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. “ i just... you’re the one. “ jack was aware that maybe she would just tell him to fuck off for good, then he would have to take it. // @gallileos​