C86 Tired of the begging
As Amelia pushed me out into the blasting rain, I realized something.
I was exhausted.
I was tired.
I was tired of the crying, tired of the begging.
I knew I deserved everything that was happening right now and then some more, but I was tired.
This was what I'd also be. The rapist. The criminal. No matter how hard I tried. No one would ever see the good in me