The next day was even worse. I actually remember what happened. I remember how it felt. My heart was ripped out of my fucking chest. What hurt most was that I knew it was my fault.
"Nothing is ever enough for you, Joseph! If I give you one guitar, you want two! If I make you one meal, you want three! If I make you cum once, you want me to make you cum six times!" Andy screamed, anger and hurt evident in his voice.
I stood there and took all of his verbal beatings. I deserved it all, after all. I broke his heart.
The last thing he said to me destroyed me. I don't think anything ever has hurt me like that; nor do I think anything will hurt like that again.
"I gave you me." His voice cracked with tears. "And you still wanted more."
It was the first time I had ever seen Andy cry, and it hurt. What hurt even more was that I knew I was the reason he was crying.
Without a good bye, he dropped his head and walked away. I knew I had lost him. I knew I had fucked up. I knew that the only person I'd ever truly love was leaving me; and it was all my fault..
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3:56am || Trohley
Fanfiction"so every morning at precisely 3:56am, I message Andy in hopes of a reply.." *short chapters* *possible triggers*
