ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@pulchritudePowerhouse The red mark on your face still burns as you lean back on the desk. Something's wrong. This wasn't your usual tizzy. Your usual banter. It made your feet give out from under you. It really sets in that she's leaving for good. It wasn't supposed to be like this. You had a good thing going. What changed? Fun times, fast cars, shootouts and heroic rescues. It felt like you were perfect for each other. So what happened? Why's she acting like such a nutcase? And not even the fun kind? Settle down? Pull back? Focus on each other? What the hell was she even going on about? You wanted to burn bright together, not just get slowly snuffed out. Women. Always say they want one thing, but they really want another. No good stinkin' dames, the lot of them. Dumb broad. Stupid bird. You don't need them. Hell you don't need any of this. Reality isn't all it's cracked up to be. You'll just have to find a way back. Really, it should have been obvious. You were so dressed up trying to take down that mobster down a peg, you should have realized he didn't have everything all wrong. Shouldn't be too hard to find a way back. Then you'll be living the high life. Whores, actions, heroics, the whole nine yards. You ain't gonna go quietly into that night. You're a goddamn hero. And you're going to live like one. Go out like one. Be remembered like one. But you will never reminisce on the ending. Only hope to be remembered. πΌπππππ’ πππ
Fuck me. I really did think shit like this back then didn't I? What a goddamn bozo I was. Shit, no wonder she threw me out to the curb. Surprised any gal could stand a jackass-a that magnitude.
... I can't pretend I didn't see this.