[Again, Marie took a while before he responded. His eyes narrowed, relaxed again, narrowed again. He chewed at his cheek.
A thousand things popped into his head. Vinnie's suggestion didn't go ignored, and Marie considered all of the awful things he could call him. Selfish was at the top of his list. For a second, Marie opened his mouth to say it, but he quickly shut it again. What was the point?
He thought about screaming about Bulba. How much he hated him. But, again, what was the point?
His eyes had long been bleary before Vinnie even came to the door. But his expression tensed up when he opened his mouth again, letting words pour out without thinking (as he often did).]
... I think about you every day. And every time I think about you I want to punch myself in the face. Thinking about you hurts so bad, and I don't know what to do about it. I want to hit you. I wanted to hit you really bad when you told me you were leaving.
[Pause. He grit his teeth, and continued.]
Sometimes I just want to forget you ever existed. That you were ever a part of my life. I try to. Really hard. [He relaxed his jaw, but his expression remained tense.] But that just makes me think of you more. I don't know...
[He covered his face with both his hands.]
I hate him. I hate you. [Pause.] I hate how much I miss you. ... I suck.
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A thousand things popped into his head. Vinnie's suggestion didn't go ignored, and Marie considered all of the awful things he could call him. Selfish was at the top of his list. For a second, Marie opened his mouth to say it, but he quickly shut it again. What was the point?
He thought about screaming about Bulba. How much he hated him. But, again, what was the point?
His eyes had long been bleary before Vinnie even came to the door. But his expression tensed up when he opened his mouth again, letting words pour out without thinking (as he often did).]
... I think about you every day. And every time I think about you I want to punch myself in the face. Thinking about you hurts so bad, and I don't know what to do about it. I want to hit you. I wanted to hit you really bad when you told me you were leaving.
[Pause. He grit his teeth, and continued.]
Sometimes I just want to forget you ever existed. That you were ever a part of my life. I try to. Really hard. [He relaxed his jaw, but his expression remained tense.] But that just makes me think of you more. I don't know...
[He covered his face with both his hands.]
I hate him. I hate you. [Pause.] I hate how much I miss you. ... I suck.