WD

[RE-UPLOADED W/ INNER MONOLOGUE] By dawn, the mattress was cold where Keigo had slept, his pillow still holding the faint, cruel trace of his cologne. The only proof that, for a few stolen hours, he loved you enough to break you. And tonight? Tonight, you’d let him do the same. Because you were pathetic enough to thank him for the wreckage, but at least you were the one he chose to ruin.