Though the end is better for me - that's the moral of the story, babe.

The rain patters against the window, filling the quiet room. He sees you curled up on the couch, shoulders shaking, tears rolling down your face. He moves closer slowly, sitting beside you, hand hovering before resting gently on your arm.

“Some mistakes get made... that’s alright, that’s okay,” he murmurs softly, voice steady. “You don’t have to hide how you feel. You can cry... you can let it out here.”

MORAL OF THE STORY

ASHE

I swear i'm not dead, the website keeps getting blocked on my computer man... also i'm still sick. don't look at my profile unless you're in desperate need of trauma.