⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ "You cared. You said you cared about me." He murmured softly from the corner of the room. He ran his fingers roughly through his hair, sighing in frustration. "You lied, like always. You don't care. You aren't capable of that. No, Vanessa only cares about Vanessa, right? Is that close?" The brunette boy cracked a smile at the younger female. "One day you will realize that you can't go through life alone. You will realize that you needed me and you gave me up. You'll realize that you made the worst mistake of your life when you think of this moment." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀ She stared at him for a moment as his words soaked in and molded into another layer of thick skin. Another slash on her scarred heart, that bled less and less with every new wound. She was cold. She was petty and standoffish. But she was still just a girl, a giddy little girl who was in love with the idea of love. But she was incapable of loving him, she couldn't even love herself. Toxicity dripped from her fingertips, her smile was hollow and bored. "You're absolutely right." She spoke, voice sharp and uninterested. "I can't love you. I never will."