"I think—" a breathless sob cut through her words, his hand instinctively reached for her face. Nesta stepped back, her sight blurring. "—I think I convinced myself I could love you."
"You do, Nes." It sounded like an order. He sounded so sure when he spoke. Cassian was looking at her like she'd just wrenched open his chest, his eyes reddened and his shoulders rising with every difficult breath. "You've been loving me for the past six months."
"But I never told you—"
"You don't need," he sounded pained, like this conversation was hurting him, "to tell me you love me to do it."
Nesta blinked slowly, turning her head to the side. This wasn't how she wanted their night to go. This was the furthest thing from what she'd envisioned for their date.
"Nesta, please, don't do this to us." He begged.
Her throat closed, her head spinning with torturing panic.
"Don't do this to me," he whispered.
She couldn't bring herself to look at him. And she needed to leave right now, or she'd have stayed there for the rest of their life.
"I'm sorry."
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the cruel of cycle of feeling overwhelming disgust for self inflicted scars and dealing with the guilt shame and disappointment by self inflicting more scars. but also the beautiful cycle of kind hearted admiration for self inflicted scars and creating more in hopes they will be equally as pretty.
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My theory here is not that HABIT and Vinny are the secret gay heroes or whatever my theory is that I think HABIT is so in love with the idea of change- a thing neither he nor Vinny can achieve- that he wills himself into believing that if Vinny kills Evan, truly believing himself to be the hero, it will break the cycle. He wants the one thing he is incapable of having, and he places all his bets on the only other person who cannot change to make it happen! It’s pathetic! It’s cruel! It’s so, so sad!
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you know, Idk if I have to say it, but, cut off those people who drain you. You shouldn’t always have to text first, your friendship shouldn’t end because you stopped talking.
And I know it sucks, that feeling of crippling loneliness. But when shit was absolutely the worst for me, when everything had fucking crashed and burned, I met a few people who finally reminded me what it meant to have someone care, and you’ll get it soon
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i got bored of pretty much my only main obsession/activity right now and i just
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