But you're not and I have to accept it. You made your choice awhile back but still it bothers you to hurt me. I know this and I can convince my brain to accept that you're not mine, but never my heart.
(Open rp, be the girl on top. I'm an angel and she's a demon) I looked at her, a cigarette clutched gently in her hand. "You see" she whispered "there's two types of people in this world. Those that do bad things, and those who have bad