????? Once upon a time, my life was a fairytale. I had the perfect mother, perfect father, perfect siblings, perfect school, perfect friends, perfect teachers, perfect peers, perfect life. I knew who I was going to be. I knew what I was going to do in my life. The future was planned for me already, and all I had to do was live it and be happy and free.

????? Then you came along. My villian, my darkness, my beautiful abyss of ominus sin. But I loved you. I cared for you. I wanted you more than any other being on the planet-- even more than my gorgeous wife waiting faithfully at home for me.

????? All I wanted was you. I wanted you to hold me, keep me close, whisper me dirty things and tell me that you hated me in that sweet voice of yours. I wanted the abuse, the attention, the hate. I craved the welts over my chest and the feel of your teeth digging into my skin and the pain of your cock pounding into my round, plump ass.

????? I wanted to be the bad boy. I wanted to be a sinner. I wanted to be the antithesis of myself. I wanted to learn from the best. I wanted to learn from you.

????? You were the one to teach me.

????? Once upon a time, I was a good little Christian boy named Allen Jones. Then a David Cash came along and fucked me up in more ways than one. And I loved every fucking minute of it.

????? The words, the yells, the beatings, the fucking, the kisses, the cuddling, the hits, the licks, the biting, the fighting... everything. Absolutely everything. I loved it.

????? I always got the damn happy ending for everything. I always got the perfect storybook finale. For once... I wanted to mourn for something. I wanted to yearn for someone. I wanted to feel... sadness, pity, guilt, depression, suicide, everything a normal person feels.

????? I wanted to be human. And you taught me that. You used me, abused me, and left me to hang on the side once you were done. You turned away from me and took your leave, drinking down some fine whiskey as smooth as your husky voice whenever it tickled my ear and cheek, swaying your curved hips back and forth, picturing the dents I used to sink my thumbs into whenever we landed up together.

????? Most people know that you hate me, and really, I can't hate you. It's the truth. You hate me because I always had the storybook ending. And really... I hated you for never having the storybook ending. You struggled, I didn't. I wanted the war, you wanted the peace.

????? And between us, we received both.

????? Once upon a time, AJ Styles and Kid Kash were together. They didn't have the best relationship, but it was one nonetheless. They had dinner together. They bickered like old people. They yelled at each other. They kissed and cooed at each other. And at night when they were alone, they succumbed themselves to one another and nothing else.

????? And one night, Kid Kash decided AJ's ass wasn't good enough to fuck anymore. So he took his bags and left AJ crying into his bed for a week, starving himself to death and wishing to his God that he would strike down upon him for his sinful ways and make him rot in Hell.

????? God never listened, because in God's eyes, AJ could never sin, even if he wanted to with all his might. AJ was still an angel, while Kash was still a devil. And no matter what, AJ could never be tainted, even though he felt dirtier than the ground people walked on.

????? And AJ Styles cried harder into his pillow and was never able to pull himself together again after that.

????? And they didn't live happily ever after.

????? I hope you read this, David. Maybe you will, maybe you won't. Maybe the latter is true. Maybe the former is true. I don't know. I don't know you anymore. I don't know if you know *me* anymore.

????? I just needed to tell you this. I can't tell you face to face, because I always end up back at that bed, the tears still fresh on that pillow because I can't help myself. I keep replenishing the tears everyday and every night. Sometimes I don't know why. At times I can figure it out, and at times I can't. But I really just don't know. I don't know.

????? Just know this, David. Don't be sorry. If you wanna live your life, live it. If you wanna come back to me, come back. Don't be guilt. Don't be sorry. Rip up the paper for all I care. Do it. It's not like *I* don't care. I do.

????? I just wanted to say... thank you. Thank you for everything you've done to me. No one else has taught me as much as you have. You've given me more than my storybook-life has.

????? And, somehow, in a twisted way... I love you for that.

????? I hope someday, somehow you'll get your own happily-ever-after. I hope that's something you've learned that from me. I just hope that you'll be happy one day. I know I am.

????? Besides, it's the least I could do.


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