“You expect this of the young ones… You expect this of the old ones… I’m going to wait for a vampire to show up!” – Becca
I suppose I shouldn’t have been too surprised. After seven years of nothing but bad luck and bad relationships, I should have known better. I should have know that with a colorful history comes the baggage of knowing that sometimes, history comes back to haunt you, and the ones who love you, whether by your will or otherwise.
I may have been damaged enough to let you break down my wall in the beginning, but there were times when I was lucid enough to sense that you were lying to get your own way. Now that I know you were lying to get your own way, you can be sure that the wall will go up back up, and you will never be able to break it, or me, again, no matter how much I love you.
You’re the boy who cried love.