⊰ Jones ⊱:
There is a roll of his eyes, of course she was still mad at him, despite him not wanting to hurt her. Then again, he had panicked, the life of a settled man was simply not the life he wanted. And yet, he kept going back or simply crossing paths with Marion. “Darling, wait.” He said, as usual speaking in sweet nicknames, he followed her through the back room, exasperated by her attitude.
“When will you forgive me, uh?” He said, tired, hands falling on his hips as he questioned her, he had plenty of time until his information came up. He could be here, better than an empty room.
Growling a little in irritation at the man who ripped her heart out and literally tore it to shreds, not once, oh no that would have been too easy. Twice however seemed to be his lucky number, she wasn’t going to go for a third helping. Not this time.
❝Forgive you? Why do you feel you have to be forgiven by me, why not just forget about me and stop walkin in n out on me. Sometimes I wish you were dead half of the time, but then you just keep coming back. If you want me to be happy and to move on then please just leave and stay away from me.❞
Truly he was her first love, him coming in and out of her life all the time. Approaching him and pushing him away from her violently.
❝I can’t stand to see your face anymore! I don’t want you anymore! Do you hear me?❞
