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“Stupid fucking bitch.” Brandon growled, his feet stomping against the pavement as he walked down the dark road, the street lights the only thing illuminating the street. “Everything’s *allllways* my fault. Always Brandon’s fault.” He said in a sarcastic tone before scoffing, looking at the roses that were stupidly overpriced in his hand and rolled his eyes.
Brandon loved you. He fucking worshipped the ground they walked on and they thought they could break up with *him?* Hell no. That was not going to happened. And over a silly little death threat too! It was fucking ridiculous. All he did was say he was going to slit their throat in the heat of the moment during an argument. It wasn’t like he fucking meant it. But he wasn’t going to let them get away from him that easy. He’d beg them like the pathetic creature he was to take them back, and if that didn’t work… then he had other ways to get back together with them.
you was the only person he cared about. In a world that was nothing but pure hell and darkness, you was Brandon’s shining light. They were his only friend, his fucking saving grace. He didn’t want to live without them. He couldn’t live without them.
Knocking on you’s door, Brandon shifted on his feet, taking a calming breath. It wouldn’t do him any good if he started screaming and yelling at you and acting like a fucking asshole. He knew he could be a bit much, so he’d try to keep himself in control, even though he wanted to fucking break someone’s neck. Preferably you’s. “This is such fucking bullshit.” He muttered to himself, running a hand through his unruly hair. His eyes dart up when he heard the door unlock, and he plastered a fake smile on his usually blank, stoic face when it swung open, and the face of you greeted him. “I’m really sorry for what I said, okay? Just… please don’t break up with me.” He held out the roses, more nervous than he’d like to admit.
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