I screwed up.
I once told Y/n I wouldn't break her, and I did.
Everything I said running through my head like a hurricane.
"Not my fault? If I never let myself get involved with you, you never would've been in danger."
How dare I say that?
How dare I hurt her?
I don't deserve her.
If she left me...
I haven't slept in these three days.
I've been sitting right outside her door actually.
Everyone basically hates me right now.
But I understand.
I hate me right now, too.
And I can't even explain myself.
I'll grovel for her if I need to.
If I have to beg on my knees for her forgiveness, I will.
I will go beyond universal measures to acquire her forgiveness.
"You really think I care about all the risks of being with you, Grayson? No, I don't! For Heavens sake, Grayson, we're married! I knew what I was getting into but I didn't care, as long I'm with you! You said you would never let anything hurt me, and now...you're hurting me."
The desperation that came over her beautiful, happy face.
She didn't deserve that.
She already feels like she'll never be enough or loved and then I say that...
Oh, God, what have I done?
