if my love is obsession, then so is yours. you've hurt many more people than I have in the name of "love" for this city. but, right—— *your violence is noble. because you do it for, what you consider, "the right reasons," or because you don't cross an arbitrary line. ( he steps +
closer to him, getting up in his face. he can feel blood trickle down his right cheek, pouring out from his eyeball, but he doesn't bother to wipe it away. ) you have no place to think you're better than me. you aren't.
not—boyfriend? ( it doesn't come across as harsh as he'd like it to, or harsh at all. it comes out all funny—sounding, as the left side of his mouth droops downward. )
( he can feel his body heat up—— worse, he can feel his face start to melt. he pushes his cheek back up with his hand, trying to mold it back into place as he glares at the bandaged man in front of him. ) have you been stalking me? jealous that I had a conversation with your +
you know precisely what i'm referring to, romeo. your ideals of love are detached from reality, and watching you project them onto other people's relationships with arguments like “if they loved you” is frankly embarrassing. i'd suggest exercising a little more critical +