Tequila's POV
"I have to play the part right?"
Y'know that pain? That comes not when you're crying about the thing that made you cry, but because of the millions of things that are wrong with you?
You think about the past mistakes and how imperfect you are, you think about everything going wrong and it hurts.
Which is why, I sat at a bench, filled with nothingness, sobbing carelessly.
It wasn't about Ace. If it was I wouldn't be crying, it was about the countless failed relationships, even the ones where you promised to give your all and now you're wondering 'am I the problem?'
Maybe I was.
"Maybe I am!" I voice crazily to no one. "I'm the problem!"
"I-I trust so easily, I make the stupidest decisions and I can't say no!" I scream at no one but myself, and it echos through the hol
