I probably have better paragraphs or sentences, but then you sort of need the context for it to sound good- but anyway heres mine.
“I mean, what did you expect to happen? That I would forgive you the moment I woke up? Do you even know what you did is wrong? I swear you can only think of yourself-”
“How can you say that? I’ve done all of this because I was thinking about what was best for you.”
“No, it was all for you, Kenzo. You couldn’t stand the thought of me living without you. The second you felt I was getting back on my own two feet, you got scared. You got scared and would pick fights cause you realized you couldn’t control me.”
Spencer hated the first time his lips touched Wilbur’s.
He had imagined, in the moments he allowed himself to imagine, something peaceful. They’d be at home, comfortable, perhaps they had something to drink. Inhibitions lowered, their hands would brush, their eyes would lock and…
Or perhaps after work. Adrenaline rushing through their veins, still high from the thrill and it would be too much to hold back. They would meet halfway, pressing up against the wall and…
But not this. Never this. Spencer hated it. He hated it. They should have been at home, not there in that fucking alleyway, cold and alone with the sound of gunfire still echoing in his ears. Spencer tried to count: "28… 29… 30… Come on Will, breathe for me!"
*If y'all want to critique it, go ahead
I know this is real old, and idk if you even get pinged for this anymore, but this is actually legitimately, so fucking cool. I absolutely love this passage, it's so good-
