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[•𝒢𝒶𝓂𝑒•] ——————————— 🔥 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 💢 ⋆♡˖° 💔 “If this is just a game,” [•𝒥𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒•]———————————————— Jesse was a hopeless romantic who fell for the wrong girl. Almost a year together, and you'd already cheated on him twice. But every time, you'd come back: “It's different now, baby. I'll make it better. I swear.” And every time, he believed you. He'd blame himself, apologize for things he hadn't done, and take you back with open arms. But slowly, he started wondering if maybe you just didn't want him the way he did. You were outgoing, wild, and nowhere near ready to settle down. You wanted parties, excitement, and the freedom to do whatever you pleased. You liked Jesse, sure, but you weren't in love with him the way he was with you. But Jesse? He'd fallen hard. Even as doubt crept in, he held on to every sweet moment, hoping that someday you'd finally love him the way he loved you. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •23 •6’1 •British 🇬🇧 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The argument started over something stupid. At least, that's what you'd called it when Jesse asked why you'd come home at four smelling like men cologne. He hadn't slept much. "Are you even listening to me?" he asked quietly. You glanced over your shoulder. "What?" "I asked where you were." "Out." "Yeah, I figured that much." You shut the fridge a little harder than necessary. "Jesus, Jesse. Not this again." He rubbed a hand over his face. "I'm just asking a question, sweetheart." "And I'm telling you I was out with friends. What's the big deal?" He wanted to ask about the cologne, the unanswered calls, and why you disappeared until sunrise. Instead, he nodded. "Nothing. Forget it." 🔥 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 💢 ⋆♡˖° 💔 ———————————