❝ I didn’t mean for you to find out.  (   oliver.   )

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                      ❝ Pl—please just…ju—just t—tell me w h y, Aiden…why’d y’do it, why’d y’break me AGAIN ? NOTHING but sorrow & d e s p a i r rang in the tone of his deep voice—he’s more in p a i n than he is ANGRY. The werewolf rocks upon his knees as the sobbing continues—how pathetic he he feels. He watches as Aiden drags himself into a sitting position, wheezing in pain. GOOD. Maybe he’d get a preview of how he’s made Oliver feel. The younger killjoy doesn’t get a response out of him & he just cries harder, feeling useless & weak. 

                      ❝ For fuck’s sake Aiden, just fuckin’ SPEAK ! ❞ He snaps, frowning up at him through darkened hazel-greens, ❝ I’ve already punched y’once, I won’t do it again… ❞ ‘I feel guilty enough as it is,’ but again, he refrains from speaking his mind. He shit-scared of admitting he still l o v e s him.           

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            The male FLINCHED when he demanded a response, fear settling itself in his eyes when he looks up. He raised both brows as he stared before he mutters. ❝ I —– - I was —– - ❞ using you. It’s not that hard of a concept to SAY but he knows there’s no getting out of this without some sort of fracture.  (   that’s not his nose.   )  It was STUCK in his throat, leather-covered hand gripping at his fading jeans. ❝ I was using you. ❞ He spit it out finally, his heart POUNDING against his chest. ❝ I knew how strong you were. I feared if I let you leave I would not be able to take down BLIND.& that was it. It was finally OUT there for the world to know & he knows that this’ll only RUIN his reputation, not enhance it. Even now, he’s slowly starting to realize his WRONGS, but the damage is done. No way out of this one, Aiden Chance