• retired drug connoisseur ollie comstock • (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} leveret) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valesco, |
He pulled away, just a little, from Willa's soothing touch. He didn't deserve it, he did not deserve comfort in light of the things he'd done. Instead of what was right, instead of not giving in, he had... allowed his weaknesses to control him. And even now, if given the choice this very moment, he couldn't say he was strong enough to choose the right path. It was too much, it was all too much and it always would be, wouldn't it?
The dead part of his chest grew with every touch and soothe of hers. Why was she here? What could he say? Ollie knew, in what little was left of his heart, that just because they had promised to stand by the other did not mean such loyalty would be good for her. He was toxic, he was bad, he wasn't---
"You shouldn't be with me," Ollie languished, more tears collecting in his eyes. He didn't move his hand away from hers only because he lacked the energy; his forehead neither, despite how her closeness terrified him. "You deserve better, Willa. Please... I'm not... good, I'm not good for you. I can't--- I'm not... for anyone. I'm--- I'm not."
How could he drag her down with him? She knew, didn't she? About...? Everyone must know, now....
"Please, Willa, not you too....."