Prologue's were for decent people who knew
When to expect the hurt and discomfort; but atlas that was not who Marco Diaz was the boy was in all
A teenager with massive amounts of anxiety and issues. He hated himself for not being able to get hints. How much of a chance did he think he had?
None because apparently she was dating someone
And Rejected him without a glance. The only thing
He hated was how she had looked at him. How ..how condescending she was. The scalding water scorched his skin Forcing him to look into this and remember everything. He was filthy. He was absolute filth. And he hated himself -- they were right. He was pathetically trying to compensate for someone else that wouldn't even look at him anymore- no he didn't need to be reminded of her. She'd bent him to her will when she was on Earth and left. Abandoned him.
The very thing had seemed to be blasphemy but ultimately it was reality as he was foolish to think a princess from another dimension would consider anything. Hell she was dating the very king of the underworld! And she'd hurt him by playing with his emotions; his very thing that made him feel himself.
And then weeks later had looked and said she would be happy to inform him of her departure. He clinched his fists as he began to cry. This was taken care of.
He would accept his and own up. He was filthy