"You have a serious problem of distorting reality.
You could sleep with the entire planet and still feel rejected."
- Stephanie, The Science of Sleep
If she had the heart she'd throw in his face a picture of every beautiful girl he'd woken up next to in the past three years (and she was one of them, dammit) just so he could see that he wasn't always the victim. Wasn't always the tragic, reluctant hero. Sometimes he made the wrong decisions and sometimes he was the one to hurt them (and she was one of them, dammit). And just because he had it in his head that he would always be the one left behind didn't mean that he should have at least given it a chance. None of them had left him. He was the one leaving them.
And she was one of them, dammit.
